>So now I think of Miho's knees...
Their slender forms of which one sees
Them rare enough, with frame-size fees.
So dream we must, to fantasies
And note their silent harmonies
With skirt-edge blowing in the breeze,
Though story etiquette decrees
Those looking further up be seized,
And locked away until deceased
(A shame, perhaps, to young SDs
Who thought to chance a moment's sleaze
But found their shining moment flees
Before the wrath of devotees.)
And so, continuing in prose,
We now indulge of young Boo's nose...
