O beauty be my dearest queen
Whose scented of pine and skin be clean
Thou corrode my mind caused ye be so fine
For you derail my train of thought and lead me out of line
To grant me one wish, will she be so kind

I gazed upon the thy moonlight
And wonder if ye may be so bright
To peek behind thou protection and behold that sight
One to great, further enhancing my delight
How does one kindly ask for this favour?

O beauty be my dearest queen
Is thou garden filled with grass or mowed all too clean?
Or is it stocked at front and too difficult for one to ignore?
Or filled with junk packed at the back door?
Hence shaking my closet sized head, leading me to flaw my jaw

O beauty be my dearest queen
This one little wish to fulfil my dream
O beauty be my dearest queen
Don’t deem me as being rude
But may thou please send me a couple of nudes