Not for thee

He drew his silver snicker-snee
with imprecations horrid.
Leonora blushed to scarlet
from her bosom to her forehead.

‘Stand aside, fair beldam,
this isn’t meant for thee.
I mean to tease some weasels
with my rampant snicker-snee.’

‘Bugger that’, says beldam.
‘Thou hast crushed my girlish glee.
Why is it that your snicker-snee
is never meant for me?’


 

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