The title says it all. Please don’t hurt me.
Moi?
A femme fatale?
I think not!
I’m simply a geek,
whose lost her chic.
Just like Little Bo Peep,
whose lost her sheep.
I don’t know where it went,
but it surely leaves me spent.
Chasing it all over town,
making me look like a clown.
Wasting all my money,
leaving me with no honey.
I am no temptress,
I’m more like a tempest.
Blowing a lot of hot air,
filling me with despair.
Wandering all about,
wracked with self-doubt.
Sexy I am not,
even though I’m hot to trot.
Like a lustful librarian,
who jumped a barbarian.
Oops, did I say too much?
Oh well, who gives a double dutch!
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