"I won't wear a dirndl!" said I from the sink.
"But, darling, your cheeks are the loveliest pink
and held by my friends in the highest regard."
"The one's on my face are all pitted and scarred."
A glance in the mirror confirmed my sad words,
and notions of dirndls were just for the birds.
"But, Jimmy, you'd rock it!" Clark said with a wink.
"I'm not gonna do it! It isn't my kink!"
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