When she is moppin' menarche,
The tool's purged temporarily.
These days, stay big 'n' in your pants--
There's no sister-lovin while the cru daily decants;
There's no stick-'er -lovin' while the ooze is daily damped.
When there is a sanguine tide,
Boffin' must be denied.
So gland's in her fingers, and the cusp expands,
And so digit-lovin': that's a cuffin' from the hands,
And so digit-rubbin': ersatz lovin' from the hands.
And then the breezes blow
Fife-like. She, you: alto.
She piques the extrusion of your gnashèd lance:
Thus goes sister-lovin' as your coughin'-maker cants,
Thus goes big-'n'-lovin' your coughin'-maker decants.
There'll be no stick-'er-lovin' while sloughin' potential placental implants.