I flagrant flaky-pastry you,
And fly about your flambeau flank,
So flair my flaccid flinty flash,
Whilst flanging on your flash-flood flap.
And fly about your flambeau flank,
My flashy, flash-tube, flashback fled,
Whilst flanging on your flash-flood flap,
Our flannelmouth went flame-gun flame!
My flashy, flash-tube, flashback fled,
Upon your flameproof, flame-tree flood,
Our flannelmouth went flame-gun flame!
Despite the flaxen flinders flaw.
Upon your flameproof, flame-tree flood,
Your flawless, floaty, flat-pack flaunts,
Despite the flaxen flinders flaw,
Our flavours’ floodgate flocculation.
Your flawless, floaty, flat-pack flaunts,
Without my flippant flimflam flex,
Our flavours’ floodgate flocculation,
All flimsy, flinch when flogged with flowers.
Without my flippant flimflam flex,
Your flesh, my flesh, our flesh all flushed,
All flimsy, flinch when flogged with flowers
Your flesh, my flesh, our flesh went fly.
Your flesh, my flesh, our flesh all flushed,
Our flesh, your flesh, my flesh all flowered,
Your flesh, my flesh our flesh went fly,
We FLUID! FLUTTER! Fluffy… floppy.
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