The tender sweetness of love, I once thought of as mine
And limbs that were apart were rapturously entwined.
But my love did play me false, not one word of truth, he spoke
And now I am alone again, his cock in me, he’ll never poke.
The delights of love and lust were oh so gratifying
And to be shunned by one and all, I thought was worth defying
But our love did not withstand the wholesome light of truth
A spinster, I shall remain until I am quite long in the tooth.
Bin Laden, my precious darling, I did not know that you were dead.
They tried to kill you many times and I must accept the truth with dread.
You were a dead man in my bed that I cared for so very much
The thrills I felt when in your arms, did have an icy touch
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