In the winter I’m a Buddhist,
In the summer I’m a nudist,
And when happiness is mootest
That’s just when I’m at my cutest.
And when happiness is mootest
That’s just when I’m at my cutest.
Politically-correct love poem to be whispered to the beloved at the moment before the moment:
Raise your knees,
Please.
Please.
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