In the shadows of darkness this divil did lurk
A feather in cap and a wry cheeky smirk,
He hid his dark chiselled features behind a pruned moustache
His eyes darting wildly, his tongue he would lash,
The quarter of the cathedral he liked to roam
Where he would call out to young woman with a lascivious tone,
Hey there Bella you look fine in your gown
Perhaps you would gallivant with ME about town,
He spent lots of time on the cobbles under the arch
A tap of his cane drew the attention of females as they’d march,
A long curled finger would hither them near
An error of judgement which would cost them so dear,
In the morn they would depart unbeknownst before sleep
Another salacious catch for the Lincoln Latin creep.
A Matthew Newton Joint
17/05/12 00:49,
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1 comment:
Great work, Matt. Very funny.
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