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MonaLisa Smiled Sonnet
Could a simple poem make me smile?
Legions of men have gone the last mile,
Seeking to make Mona Lisa smile.
Centuries hence not a curl her lip,
Her mask still intact, nary a slip.
What if the efforts failed just because,
No one had made a toy that would buzz?
What if the path to a smile on her face,
Was through the lips in a quite different place?
Could it just be that though she’s espoused,
Other approaches make her more aroused?
Perhaps she’s bored with the usual way,
Craving a sudden, impetuous lay.
She could hardly be said to be the first,
To want a new thrill, to have such a thirst,
It could that behind her stoic brave face,
Her thoughts involve kink, not romance and lace?
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