I wonder will she like my new fragrance
My eau de toilette, oh let’s call it that
On the left hand, Paul Smith, the one I chanced
To buy; on the right, Joop, that I did not
Buy, but it’s strong, just how she likes it. What
A difference a spray makes, that’s what she’d say
If she was pretty witty, and quite hot
When it comes down to old ditties. As May
Becomes June, maybe soon there’ll be a ray
(Of sunshine, not of sting - oh, police!). Once
We kissed, but I’ve been missing her. My hat
Ain’t layin’ at her home. But yesterday
Even our sweat smelled sweet, and both our pants
Combined on floor, in bed, with cigarettes
Thur 29 May 2008
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