Haiku

Memories await.
Sometimes they leave me in dread.
Other times? Sheer joy.
 
for a man should kneel
before the woman he loves
and not just that once
 
is one thousand years
enough to mourn the passing
of all we hold dear?
 
I say: go for it!
let all the girls have sabres
to lighten the world
 
an explanation:
jugs are breasts, milk comes in pints
obvious, innit?
 
Flounce! Flounce, my poor lamb!
Self-righteousness, so misplaced.
...this is a smut site...
 
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