Francoeur Freefall

One day as I stewed

And started to brood

A shy girl came on to me

I asked this fine dame

What is your name?

She said Tina, it starts with a T

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If ever there were

A sweeter francoeur

I surely could not surmise

In the time that it took

To give her a look

I was entranced by her eyes

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So we went on a date

And as if it were fate

She wore PJs and got “Nude”

After date number two

A bike ran her through

Then for date number three she ate food

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To be a proper lady

Only then was she ready

For the four letter F-word with ease

So as we sat there

Sans one single care

She drew up and cut the cheese

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The ardour that grew

Might give you a clue

About my feelings for she

I’ll give you a hint

If it were mint

We’d bathe in tea naturally

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Seems I reeled in a prize

Though did not realize

I was even fishing to start

I keep letting go

But wouldn’t you know

This carp leaps back in my heart

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