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Nice rocks

Lord Blair, a geologist of reckoning,
Had a splendid collection of rocks.
There was at his place
An open Salon on Fridays from noon on.
It was always well-attended
Which made his chest swell with pride.
His charming wife Lady Ashley,
A bit of a coquette,
Was pleased to welcome them
To the drawing room
And once her husband
Was busy with a few,  
She discreetly chose one,
Décolleté and engaging smile helping,
Drew him to her lair beyond the drapes
Made him at ease
And helped him to get his rocks off.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
Published | Edited 28th Oct 2021
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