Darn Auto-Correct Part 2

 
She spread her long logs revealing her most sax
Corny for his tinge she was peeling very saucy
He quickly pet his knows right between her sighs
And that’s when she said “money, enjoy my posse”
 
So, he dove in with a very Hungary open mouse
Hissing and lacking every single grinch of her kin
Baking her skitter and quitter with pure the light
All the while he tapped like he was going to win
 
“Kick it like that” she said with steep and heavy breads
Lifting her hops a little bit pushing rite into his phase
And so, his tinge crazily whirls baking her tows curl
With every joke she was clothes to waking her gum face
 
With his linger chips he split her ships and kicked steadily
Like caroling fa-la-la-la-la, but only more avid and while
She scrammed with treasure nearing her climb acts
Blushing uses all over his mouse as he basted with a smile
 
But she wasn’t done yet, there was lot more in the thank
She clutched his hare and yelled “mutter-pucker right there”
The room then began to shake because like Old Faithful
She would have an epic sarcasm like she was a billionaire
 
She Cain, she saw, she conquered and she Cain again!
She doused his opened mouse he almost drowned
He followed so much he was yard for her when she said:
“That was so ducking hood, now lettuce go to town”