When a young lady named Jane
Said, “you ought to die of shame,
Inviting young women in at long gone midnight,
Then, seeing them off by late morning’s light!”,
I said, “but you rang my doorbell, Jane!”.
When a young lady named Jane
Said, “you ought to die of shame,
Inviting young women in at long gone midnight,
Then, seeing them off by late morning’s light!”,
I said, “but you rang my doorbell, Jane!”.
😄
I’m glad my poem made you smile, Vivienne.
All the best, Kevin