Oh never fear, my FAIR ONE dear,
For surely I am not spent.
For what you think a dud, is merely a spud,
and the real thing is neither broke nor bent.
So be wild and free, and joyful with me,
And please, Ma'am, put down the griddle
For when you are done, with Mrs. Lane's son,
With no other shall you ever wish to diddle.

Damn, a fella goes away for a bit, and look what he comes back to. I am flat, laughing my everlovin' arse off..........