It is that I am
a Flirt, terrible
i am in you
thus...
always the
wallowing walrus
I am always
yours, my lord
oohs, myy.
It is..och...wok..o.k.?
It is you that makes
even the frogs legs...
tremble, ..so croaky..
Then come, 'dear'..
don't run away....
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flirt-then-or-not-or-run-run-far-away/
