Old and breathtaking bean, I say! Today you look
Handsomer than George Gordon fourth,
And second naughtiest iteration of the title, Lord Byron
Choiceless am I, and certain besides; a love behind drawn curtains.
I must admire (noiselessly) thy sinewy, frontier strength
Thy legs, graven stilts upholding slim Herakles ‘pon some ancient hill.
Brawn much coils inside thy wiry, unbelying personage
Looking upon you, sir, I am rendered nervously perspirant
Like an old pervert watching schoolboys curling from the parsonage.
Alchemisland 
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