Rayne: A poem Rayne: It started so well, that late winter’s night Rayne: Quite hot she looked, I must say, at first sight Rayne: Her shirt she took off, with naught even a care Rayne: And that’s when I saw, this girl was covered in hair Rayne: And so I said on to her, while I do crave some nookie Rayne: I’ll be damned my dear, if I sleep with a wookie