Tattoos in Mayberry

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She asked if I would write a poem about her
She wants to know
if she's my Helen Of Troy
It's true,
the holes I'm finding in my boat,
are causing quite a stir
Said she, "I ought employ"
a full time water boy
Is she unaware
I am not a broken horse
nor her backside
I shall not bend low to kiss
with short shrift she runs the course
Bold and swift upon her horse
But, what a pity
dearest Helen
won't loosen up the bit
Does she not know
first I'd have to die
before she then
may write my elegy
The horse
the boat
the boy
all yours
high time
I said goodbye
Lest Helen's magic
bend my other knee...

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