[YC 124 NEWCWC] A Corny Love Poem

You said my love would always leave you wanting,
As you lay on the floor curled up in a ball panting,
Crying out with breathless gasp of delight,
That my leaving would fill you with fright,

But now my dear let me be your adviser,
What you felt you cannot tell between my love and my taser.

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