A Logoleptic Love Story

She told him he was fainéant,
He said that she was puerile;
She said he was a recreant,
He said, “You’re pulsatile.”

She said, “You are a belletrist!
You up for conjugality?”
He said, “I am an amorist,
And love connubiality.”

And deep within their macarism
They felt felicific:
A species of polypsychism
Utterly salvific

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