Grade A seducer,
Tempt me with wine,
offer me roses,
but I must decline.
For my man will find out,
and your legs he will break,
and maybe your arms,
the rest he will shake.

You'll wake up in an alley,
and your lungs will be gone,
let's not even metion,
the drugs that you'll be on.
You'll be in a bathtub
read a note and you'll yelp,
your stomach is missing,
it'll beg you to seek help.

As nice as you seem,
take the hand of another,
I succumb to the joke,
of saying your mother.
We can swim in the lake,
and do all your wishes,
but I'd advise you no,
less you sleep with the fishes.

You can offer me dinner,
and take me someplace,
but I must say no,
less you want teeth in your face.
My man makes me happy,
I will smile for days,
any man who beckons me,
I ignore all their plays.

My poem was mere jest,
I know I speak late,
it's tips for the others,
when you have a bad date.
Thanks for the offer,
but I must say goodbye,
now no longer tempt me,
or my fist meets thy eye.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 601 AF.