Here I sit
Deep in the forest
As he tickled
My forbidden florist

At the very moment
As I was about to glow
That's when a thorn
Pricked my big toe

The perfect frolic
Feelings of forlorn
As my man-boy
Grasped my thorn

That’s when my lover
With patience and grace
Removed the prickly
And buried his face

I tried to comfort him
There was no reason for shame
He was a fantastic lover
Whatever his name

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