Reply #23: (sadly, you picked the wrong bodice) [View All]

[crim son]

I know one poem:

Tobacco is a dirty weed: I like it.
It satisfies no normal need: I like it.
It makes you thin, it makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean.
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen.
I like it.

Oh, Sir! I am but a tender maid; shame, shame on you. (wriggles from the hot embrace and races from the room)