Clay Dixon and the Piccadillies - Guessing Limerick

Of all of the puzzling dames
There's one who is true in her aims
I'm such a sore loser
And that's why I choose her
She won't let me play guessing games

It's not that not on my toes
She strikes me more than she knows
I'm not in delusion
I have no confusion
My fondness for her simply grows

You see just what luck I have got
I know when I go shoot my shot
Her honesty haunts me
I'll ask if she wants me
She'll clearly explain she does not

Written by:
Clay Dixon

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