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Dilys, beefcake

Is it really your place to make fun?

I can’t help it!

He’s a pretty-boy beefcake confection.

“Is it really your place to make fun?” “I can’t help it!
He’s a pretty-boy beefcake confection.”

Dilys, yelping

When he talks you guffaw–

I can do naught but yelp it
and delight in his one imperfection.

“When he talks you guffaw–” “I can do naught but yelp it
and delight in his one imperfection.”

Dilys, looming

Do you know what looms over my family’s shack?

Is it Codmar’s huge hill-topping castle?

“Do you know what looms over my family’s shack?”
“Is it Codmar’s huge hill-topping castle?”

Dilys, the jack

Yes, his father’s the mayor

my father’s a jack

and wherever I’m tattered he’s tasseled.

Yes, his father’s the mayor, my father’s a jack,
and wherever I’m tattered he’s tasseled.

Dilys, tallying

He has Aeronwy, too—

Better tally the damage,

but I’ll never admit that he’s won.

“He has Aeronwy, too—” “Better tally the damage,
but I’ll never admit that he’s won.”

Dilys, begging forgiveness

In your lives he’s had all beneficial advantage.

Well, forgive me I’m taking this one.

“In your lives he’s had all beneficial advantage.”
“Well, forgive me I’m taking this one.”