A Distant Distress Signal
It was sent out on the net --
his face fetching but wet
He laments over a love ship
that carries a crushed friendship
Long ago, it was stirred and violent
and they listened and felt pleasant
It had its lows, it was their mortar,
it was their heat, their hearts' snorter
Now they feel a fooling, fierce fence,
it makes sense -- doctor, it isn't intense
It isn't appealing and squeezing,
it seems to take pride in snoozing
Hence, they're calling for a knight
in medical armour to fix their plight
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