Oh, the night was perfect.
Through Jackie Chan and ascended sofa leg,
Two thousand bottle-aquas and the black bag
Oh what can be more perfect?
Than a fried chicken fight,
And picnic under the moonlight,
Buttered by clumsy-ditch-lady stories,
Some stupidities and good laughs,
Oh yes, it was romantically wondrous,
An inexplicable set of Shakespeare’s lust.
Just popped out from a voluptuary heart line,
And boy, I couldn’t get this out until Sunday
One question bugged my brain soon it will fray,
O what can I do to get your kiss of the day?
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