Inside the cottage with a rose bower
Stood a handsome man in the shower
He spent the day working the garden
Wanted to clean up and heard, “beg your pardon”
The man who had soap in his eyes
Couldn’t see so was unwise
And said “who?”
Without a clue
As the cottage maiden
Stepped in to sway him
Making his day when
They had a lay in.
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Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 