Madame I deduced full morn in bloome
And consequens'd much brighter day
With thy petticoats amiss and my britches unhitched
You rightly led the way
Prithee Buffoon, My Dear Sir Buffoon
I adjudge yer logic has err
Twas much to fast with finish quick
Hardly to be considered fair
A very sharp blade my Dear Madame!
With prattle unheard of here
With tittly tattle questions of service
My prowess for I have no fear
Twice a Buffoon My Dear Sir Buffoon
Your proclivity to serve me well
Failed forthwith in it's effect
When on my bed ye fell
Perhaps Madame just recompense paid
To wit I could be led
To your just end be serviced
A reciprocity on thy bed
Aye Sir Buffoon but be aware
About there is new game
If thy cannon be off and away too soon
Ye'll be knighted with that name
Your assurance madame is made in full
Conclude ye will be led afar
In the second act I shall not be
Hoisted by my own petar
Ray Andrews
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