PIXING


She read red hot books

Hence her red hot looks.

But I said her tomes

Reminded me of stunted tree gnomes

Who were dancing on shelves

Making love with the elves.

And in the pages were stages,

Where pixies wrote plays

And Peter Pan played out his days.

Then she offered me bed

Or was that in a book that I read?

Sometime last december

For the life of me I can’t remember.

Must get out more.

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