No Sale!

Well kempt and clothed,

She scrubs up well!

The girl in my office,

With something to sell.

I hear her pitch,

Observing her wiles,

But she finds me immune

To her feminine guiles.

No sale today!

In parting, she shakes

My hand with a frown.

Troubled by a memory,

Of her night on the town.

My new car, amorously misused,

And the dent from her arse.

I was roundly abused,

Then the Bill end the farce.

No sale, no way!

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