Steamy mountie sex!
Dudley Do-right could do no
Wrong with his big…smile.
Wrong with his big smile,
Right with his little penis,
I’m in the middle.
I’m in the middle
Without any plans; I’m a
Boy and I’m a man
“Boy” and “I’m a man” -
Descriptions that don’t apply
to some of us here.
To some of us here
Haiku Madness is, sadly
Living on the edge
Living on the edge
There’s something wrong with the world
You can’t help yourself
You can’t help yourself
zip up the back of a dress.
It’s undignified.
It’s undignified,
messy, and sloppy to make
love. Who Cares!? It’s fun
Love? Who cares! It’s fun
to play this game made up by
Mean Mister Mustard.
Mean Mister Mustard.
Let’s ride the way-back machine…
Wanna play Yahtzee?
Wanna play Yahtzee?
Wanna go for a space ride?
I jus’ wanna veg.
I just wanna veg:
maybe some carrots or beets
steamed with butter sauce
steamed with butter sauce
brings to mind Marlon Brando
and his last tango
“And his last tango
wasn’t at Arthur Murray’s”
she said throatily.
she said throatily
“Can’t get enough of your love…”
Barry White she’s not
Barry White, she’s not
that much into you, buddy.
She’s a Lou Rawls man.
She’s a Lou Rawls man,
Impersonating Barry
Only on Thursdays.
Only on Thursdays
Do I learn to live again,
Down here on the ground.
Down here on the ground
The blue sky high above me
Then it’s dark. It rains.
Then it’s dark. It rains.
Then sunshine. Next, a blizzard.
I’ll dress in layers.