Woman of mystery; woman with hair
Lecherous man in a heated chair
Heels go by, clickety-click
I know you're thinking, "who's that prick?"
Svetlana, Svetlana, is that your name?
I want to spin you all the same.
Past the office, briefly pausing
Go on my son, smash her back doors in
Svetlana, Svetlana, you are pure class
I want to take you up the ...pub!
(Thank you to CK for this shy and delicate poem)
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