Nubile Irene

Nubile Irene
Though incredibly green
In matters obscene
Has a nature whose virtue
Is not to besmirch you
With feelings of guilt
(she's exceptionally built)
But rather beguile
With a smile for awhile
And then disappear
For a year or so,
Like snow.

by Abraham Kinstlinger

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