Old Acquaintance

She never saw my face but she said, Your grammar hits like a hammer, I admire your grasp of the King’s English.
My response was, you would never guess from the sound of my voice, I am a linguistic architect.
She was impressed by my phonetics and followed my words to the letter of every alphabet.
She told me of her antics while I argued semantics, I was inspired to ask; however, I would never get my wish.
The men she lured had no choice but to take her bait, love ’em and leave ’em to wait until she bit off their head.
She shared her body with the rest, but saved her mind for me. I had nothing to take so she gave it for free instead.

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