"How do I love thee?" Well, I shall not parrot
The high-flown sentiments of Lizzie Barrett
(Browning, I mean!) in some ecstatic hymn.
If love were gold, mine would be but nine-carat!
If love were milk, mine would be semi-skim!
How do I love you? It is plain libido!
When I saw you sunbathing at the Lido
My passion leapt (but not my Muse, I fear!)
But who wants words? I'd rather do the deed! So,
Stop chattering and come to bed, my dear!






* This is cute and funny and clever!





And all the best within this contest!
Peace, Timothy






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