Friday, 10 August 2012
I'm a lackadaisical heterosexual,
Doe I don't bunga-bunga the fractional symmetrical.
Maybe it's temporal,
Or maybe it's vegetable,
Or maybe it's the invertebrate.
There among the reeds are magical bushes,
I hush, I admire, but spare the hard-pushes.
Yes, those cushy tushes are never off-putting,
But sometimes my rule-laying is only note-footing.
And when tentacles explore for tappable,
And reach only the unflappable -
The lazy asp struck by the frosty apple -
It really doesn't matter for the lackadaisical heterosexual,
So long as it's not marital..