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Mr. Quilling Mr. Quilling was quite unwilling to hide his feelings for the maid made his quill much too willing to write this story tell his tale Tail he did that maid not chaste Chased her through the mid-day mist Missed not his chance on her to prey Pray for lust did Mr. Quilling his heart set upon their pact Packed and ready, more than willing to please her with his quill and two Too much for him and his guest Guessed that she could get him off then his pen is frantic frenetic for part of an hour Our Mr. Quilling quite relaxing settling into reading chair nestling nasally pince nez there Their afternooner but an afterthought Now that he was here Hear what, lovely wife, my dear? Deer in park you say, a doe? Dough she so patiently kneaded Needed tender loving trust Trussed within some other time Thyme she added to the bread Bred he’ll be no more our knight Night now dank with rain so wet Whet stone ground a cleaver raised Razed him with that Danish steel Steal no more shall Mr Quilling Mrs. Quilling calmly killing him so very very dead Mr. Quilling so very chilling now unwilling evermore |
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