1.
This morning i was told: "my dear,
there is just one thing to make clear:
it isn't nice and isn't fair
to hear about your love affair
with women that at certain times
demand of you to write them rhymes.
and being such a wimp (at best),
you don't refuse their strange request!
But can't you get into your brain,
I (!) am the one to entertain??!!"
And so, I really have no choice,
but utter in my high-pitched voice:
"well, since I always do as told,
a little poem I shall mold
which will (i hope, in any case)
will put a smile on your sweet face"
2.
Well then, my dear, about my rhymes,
I'll beat you on them anytime -
in any language that you choose,
as fast as light you'll get charooz,
and it won't be a great offence,
to tell me that they don't make sense,
cause the whole point is just to keep
impressing people, not be "deep".
"Deep" is the hardest of all chores,
for idiots such as truly yours...
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