I sank to role of voyeur I spooked the house
One bracing springtime sunset supper stroll
Through window caught I hugging her the louse
Lord Lovely Loot the jewelry his to dole
Across the sofa sank they sort to loll
At length they soaked in sherry private parts
I was appalled yet nursed a veiny pole
Then languished limp at muffled queefs and farts
Yes shell epitomise in heists of hearts
The farmers market maid of modest means
A pearl among the produce stalls and carts
A curtseyed cleavage next to peas and beans
Two hucksters hustling nobles town to town
Our ruse odd rumour whod usurp the crown
Chorus town burg municipality
