A bit of poesy -
The day's turned rosy.
Don't be nosy.
I'm not through.
Until my verses
Are done, they're curses
Just fit for curses
Not for you.
They're like one's makeup
When she's all caked up
Still not faked up -
No preview!
But when I'm ended,
Offer's extended -
A read commended.
Please! Won't you?
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