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Originally Posted by nalkin
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Ode to brooke
Oh brooke, my sweet little brooke
It is ye I long to be with in a nook.
Your supple body whence me betook
For a ****, you, I never mistook.
Nainsook thou shalt not partook
For ye are my brooke, my sweet little brooke.
Chapbook, chapstick, checkbook, and chinook
You, darling, are so different than a wordbook.
For you are brooke, my sweet little brooke
Passbook the pothook and we will precook.
Do you get what im saying my beautiful brooke?
You are the girl circled in my yearbook,
The girl with whom I wish to kettle and cook,
The girl whos beauty should be a stylebook,
The girl whos bra I wish to unhook.
Oh my brooke, my sweet little brooke.
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Your choice of solid A throughout
left not in doubt the lack of complexity
of such extreme necessity for a direction so stout.
A more persuasive stylized and nuanced approach
would surely relieve you of any such standard reproach.
Though your strophe bears definitive direction and stance
your antistrophe takes the same route;
So it isn't until your epode that the crowd can sway to-and-fro to the tune of your dance.
Take not to heart, so harsh words I spout,
But as friendly gesture and of advice:
If you wish your floor to wear her knickers
You need more C's to cup her A's and B's.
Do not be so direct; keep her guessing --
which way (?) --
You've aligned the stars that will destine your ship
Onto great booty you'll plunder,
And with great vigor you'll tear it asunder!
With words of warning, I wish you well on your voyage to unexplored lands
Where treasure awaits you if with clever words and hands.
Take heed my advice and failure will be abated,
And look out below, for this is related:
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