On My Knee

On my knee
Has sat many a she.
Her giggle
And wriggle
Sometimes helped on by wine,
Was, nonetheless, divine.
Yet the truth
Is that youth
Turns to age
And bed springs
(As with all things)
Break
And we the stage,
Forsake.

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