An Ode...
An ode to Ei'Kara's cleavage
May it launch a thousand ships,
It could hold many a beverage
But I'd rather it docked my lips.
The usage of bosoms are many
And hers is too wondrous to behold,
The possibilities are endless
But suggestion is p'raps too bold.
Why, many a wayward bard
His favour too slippery to grip,
Has been trapped and then ensnar'd
By the heaving of beauty's equip.
A place for tankard or flask
No where safer around to find,
In her glory we only do bask
I really hope she don't mind!
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)