as possessed by Rose, and used on her owner (me)

It melts my heart,

that way you look at me,
those big brown pools I see,
the way you seem to be

a work of art;

but then you fart—

it hovers in a haze,
it leaves me in a daze;
you never break my gaze—

you little tart.

Who, me? Nah. Maybe it was this here ‘pink oink’.
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