I struck a foot against exposed tree root
And stumbled foolishly it stirred her smile
I bit at lip I saw her kind of cute
Id sawn off branches oversized in pile
I play ingenuous when Im lost to guile
I blurt Im not a poof once coaxed to bed
As proof I puff and chug the extra mile
At little death I nod off possum dead
The chance arose her little dog I read
I watched her bosoms lengthen bending down
As she tugged leather leash two biscuits fed
Its white as white unbleached arse pinkish brown
You fussy fellows miss out wonder why
Your minds are closed I fornicate on fly
Chorus why grounds reason
