My Gentlewoman
She wears my plaid
Looks good in flannel
Puts up with my every fad
We fight over the channel
She drinks my coffee, its sludge
Pokes my belly to tease
And eats my emergency fudge
Forgets to say please
All is forgotten when I see her grin
Hell, they might call it a sin
I love to watch her go, when my lady departs
But we complete each other, our lady hearts
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