He might be, as the girl said, a wimp,
But the sight of her sinister pimp,
Though he’d fancied a root,
(God! The size of the brute!)
Left him shaking all over and limp.
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He might be, as the girl said, a wimp,
But the sight of her sinister pimp,
Though he’d fancied a root,
(God! The size of the brute!)
Left him shaking all over and limp.