my lady is particular
a stickler for her way
my souls extra curicular
devoted every day

my lady is a model
fashioned by the truest hands
my hands delight to fondel
all the tasks of her demands

my lady is a lady
of the highest set degree
her stature sets men gayly
not the modern sense but glee

my lady is romanian
but doesnt dine on blood
our county transylvanian
where lives no vipers brood

my lady is a glutton
Feasting large upon my love
which I supply without one
question, she my heart does move

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