And ravish any lass who comes his way.
With Botter at his side, he'll take the time
He needs to penetrate whate'er may lay
Athwart him. Just don't ask him to work hard
At anything that involves not a dame.
Few can withstand the stress of his regard
Without succumbing to a blush, for shame!
His quite uncanny nose for finding clues
Inerrently leads him to the boudoir --
Which where else would one search, if one could choose?
His perspicacity n'er leads him far
From what's important: finding ere the fools
Start searching, for the prize, milady's jewels.
My dear, I am touched.
ReplyDeleteQuite regularly, in fact.
But enough about that - your verse is utterly wonderful, m'dear! Thank you muchly!