"He started to woo her in a most peculiar way,
The Librarian’s dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
The books he was to borrow he would surely never read,
They were of an intellectual calibre, he hoped that she would see.
He planned to take her home to bed some day,
He’d smooth her goosebumped skin whilst she lay,
But the unspoken truth they both knew,
Whilst he’d dream of her often she would forget in just ten minutes."
Hefner, The Librarian.
The Librarian’s dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
The books he was to borrow he would surely never read,
They were of an intellectual calibre, he hoped that she would see.
He planned to take her home to bed some day,
He’d smooth her goosebumped skin whilst she lay,
But the unspoken truth they both knew,
Whilst he’d dream of her often she would forget in just ten minutes."
Hefner, The Librarian.
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