My love, she is an Amber Medium
That slips within my fingers' warm caress
And flows so smooth, that halting tedium
Were by this rendered fairly in redress.
Too soft! Some say, for woman's hand to find,
Too palely light, too gender'd or too thin,
But know they not, that prattle in this kind,
The joy this slender box doth grasp therein.
Thou wert not made for men's eyes, noble BIC!
Thy form and softly sheen are for mine own.
O never be it said thou art a trick
Of basest marketers and pranksters sown.
Thus glitt'ring from the Amber shines the lamp, on
Beauty's fairest form - belike, a tampon.
Another review.
This sh!t is craking me up!