[I have no idea what this poem is about – so I guess it has been a successful effort! - Ed.]
Your armpits smell so nice
I want to eat you with some rice
You have my shoulder to cry on
And me you can rely on
First sight was so hair-raising
But then, I turned a blind eye to your friends
Once, and in the very, very end
Your groans and calls were heart-rending
When I see your thighs
I have butterflies in my tummy
I was all fingers and thumbs when you touch my temple
Or hit my shin, for example
Tried keeping a straight face
But I lost the wisdom teeth race
You win hands down
Your skin turns brown.
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