With the tip of my pearl-handled foil,
I toucheed her clitoris royal…
The onlookers were hushed…
Quoth Her Majesty, flushed,
“That is not, Sir, according to Hoyle!”
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With the tip of my pearl-handled foil,
I toucheed her clitoris royal…
The onlookers were hushed…
Quoth Her Majesty, flushed,
“That is not, Sir, according to Hoyle!”