I not had time fer poetry, said this man to his love,
Maybe gazing starwards, will inspire from above,
I hope so,cos I think if not,you not get any verse,
You keep yer thighs,tightly shut,tighter than a purse,
Then what will poor Albert do,stood all proud and grand,
He have a swift one off the wrist,to get to promised land.
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