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No Sale!
Well kempt and clothed,
She scrubs up well!
The girl in my office,
With something to sell.
I hear her pitch,
Observing her wiles,
But she finds me immune
To her feminine guiles.
No sale today!
In parting, she shakes
My hand with a frown.
Troubled by a memory,
Of her night on the town.
My new car, amorously misused,
And the dent from her arse.
I was roundly abused,
Then the Bill end the farce.
No sale, no way!
