Your Plans, my Follies to this Planned Event
Since your After-Victory bakes un-planned
To Note your Prayers for these Dames' consent
And the Serpent-God's Children sings at-hand
Now by this Bile - your Testosterone give
Demure the Elders by your Brighter Pew
Appears to Reason; Their Sweetest Seeds live
Only for such Store display for a Few
Yet the Frost you owned took plague by your face
Shows a lot how Open your Doors could be
Though ATTITUDE - the Goblin of Disgrace
Makes all the Difference which most could see.
Your Goodness keep Faith; Your Prime Youth endorse
Niño to Señor: The New Driving Force.