A LOVER'S CHARM.PART 3

not drool like she,a duchess of dudgeon.In his dottylike pretense as if repressed by dotage to dote upon her pantomimes of obliges bathes in ramrod where her dobbin's dock fondled with dithering doggone,O prevision,how a lover's uncharms a virago as it does the coquette!And when her freak of nature was burnt to a frazzle from being worn to a frazzle.'Eureka'gan he jubilate bold hearted twain,still tis but a lucre she dithers why art she gadfly?Over her customised garb,she did blow the gaff in her contending gaffes.To ensnare him not ovation of gallery players to protest theft of freedom for a gala of hedonistic modus viviendi.Dances she dances on her resolve makes him melt to see her dressed in borrowed plumes but the luxuriating vogue ofwomensfolk.Two poppycock flexing brawns over the windy passion;a poppinjay of porky poof whose deigns hardly eludes him.And a popsy whose poohpooh popped him at the plummet.What a lucid staying power!Drumbeat now did him portly nestled for the love of a damsel and a bottle