You trimmed the roses
I cut the grass
You smiled demurely
I coarsely laughed
Under my trousers
I was underwear free
You smiled profusely
Sat on my knee
You strimmed unbroken
Around the trees
Your garden our token
Of glow and breeze
Your petticoat
Is discarded, at rest
I smile into your hand
My cards played at your bequest
Under Milkwood
And countless other
Social gatherings
Pleasure is understood
Weather changes
Passions blow high and low
You cut the crap
I say hello
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