Thine pair of ear rings with flair of cheering,
wakes thine ears in haze.
Thine pair of ear rings with glare of fearing,
takes thine peers in gaze.
Their day begins with dawn of gal's dressing room,
Their gay begins with brawn of pal's wrestling room.
They sparkled with silvery blush on thy gal's ears,
They crackled with rivalry crush to romance thy gal's ears.
They flocked together in glee,
They mocked together in flee,
Yet they never favoured together in melee.
They dozed in rusted tin,
Yet they oozed with trusted grin.
Thine Lord's Day parted them when a tinged fate's grimace bounced on them!
wakes thine ears in haze.
Thine pair of ear rings with glare of fearing,
takes thine peers in gaze.
Their day begins with dawn of gal's dressing room,
Their gay begins with brawn of pal's wrestling room.
They sparkled with silvery blush on thy gal's ears,
They crackled with rivalry crush to romance thy gal's ears.
They flocked together in glee,
They mocked together in flee,
Yet they never favoured together in melee.
They dozed in rusted tin,
Yet they oozed with trusted grin.
Thine Lord's Day parted them when a tinged fate's grimace bounced on them!
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