Three Pennies of Wisdom


When her fright in crossing the road

made her cling to him,

he found himself praying

for the traffic to get worse.



By a simple stratagem

she reversed their situation:

she first designated him

as the guardian of her chastity,

and then yielded completely.



Nearing the gate of her hostel,

he leaned over to steal a hasty kiss

but missed her lips,

brushing her cheek instead.

"That was cheeky," she punned

before reprimanding him:

"If you lose control of the steering wheel

we'll end up as glass, steel, blood

and twisted hearts floating down the creek."

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