Duet

You get much too warm in the stomach
To sing any duets but your lips tremble
In pure lip-sync,your hands and feet up
In your classical style of breaking wind.

Happens so in duets with wind in tow.
Decrepit man, you have a date in diary,
As you flip pages, with floral messages,
Your duet sung with a horned creature.

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