(Based on “The Elf-Man” by A.A. Milne)


I met a red-haired D-Man once,
Way down where the lilies blow.
I asked him what was in his bag
And if he would not show?

He slightly frowned,
And with a smile,
He tied me to a tree.
You'd like to know, my Little Friend?
You'd like a piece of me?

I shook my head,
I did not cry,
I did not want a piece.
But I don't think his offer was
Real to say the least.

Eventually
I felt a touch,
Of something hard and long,
And then I felt my panties go,
I got the “piece” all wrong.

I often think
Of that old tree,
And how the lilies blew,
A red-haired diamond in the rough,
Oh, gods! I want Part Two.

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