So moved was he by her angel face
He bought his condoms by the case
But though his love was never spent
He had to give a thought to rent
His ardor burned beyond all measure
His only joy – to give her pleasure
But lest his fund for love should fail
He got his Jimmy hats on sale
The condom
Is quondam –
Still, abortion
Kills that portion
By suck or knife
That some call life
And keeps the jerk
From honest work.
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