It was late in the morning of the day I was peddling,
I was accosting the customers, and sick of meddling,
Said I, "Lovely lady,
"My manners are not shady,"
Before you too pass, pretty lass, eye I, oh so piddling?"
Her hair was drawn up with Japanese sticks but her eyes
Past gobs of eyeliner was stuff finer, even regal, but shy.
This queen, oh so tender,
Put out a hand, so slender...
Made a fist, then her highness gave my request a reply.
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