There once was a prestidigitator
Who worked his prestige for a dictator
He found himself fond of a foreign filly
“I’ll hornswoggle you out of your innocence, my missy!”
But the missy was no whit born yesterday so green and dim
She was gestated in a womb half a threescore year before him
So when he tried to tread the missy with a #phantasm so oneiric
She bristled, “Hold your horses! I don’t need a single swain to be so onanistic!”