“Look”, said Dad. “Ask her out! A few ales …
Just use my best line! Never fails!
She’ll root, I can tell!
Arse like that, bloody hell!
Leaves a trail of slime like a snail’s”!
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The wish
Sidling up he said “What are you drinking?”
“Champagne! French of course!” she said, winking.
“Then maybe we might
Leave and make love all night,
Or would that only be wishful thinking?”