He was an English sage
who happened to be a baby-faced,
red-hot ginger.
His attire, so sporty & posh,
packaged such a scary good sense of humour,
that he was deemed irresistible.
So much so, that Rosemary Curry
couldn’t keep from sprouting
whenever she smelt him.
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