Stout

Of stature and flare
And flavors that tout
A dark, cutting tone
We denote as stout

The smoky allure
Crafted to your taste
Refines on the form
Of your face in haste

And fair not to shape
She bounces and plays
All the same I grin
At glee she displays

Though long is the night
Still stout is my mood
As all thoughts flow good
And both bring delight

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