O Dear Heart...or pancreas...or some vital *****
When I gaze into your ear canals
And cuddle you in my comforting feet
Oh, yeah, I wanna hold your earlobe
You make my sella turcica skip a beat
Your nostrils are so very soft to the touch
Your toenails are like silver-pale moonlight
Your elbows smell like roses in the spring
Your hair follicles are so sunrise bright
And when I meditate upon your liver
Cupid shoots every arrow from his quiver!
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
O Dear Heart...or pancreas...or some vital *****
When I gaze into your ear canals
And cuddle you in my comforting feet
Oh, yeah, I wanna hold your earlobe
You make my sella turcica skip a beat
Your nostrils are so very soft to the touch
Your toenails are like silver-pale moonlight
Your elbows smell like roses in the spring
Your hair follicles are so sunrise bright
And when I meditate upon your liver
Cupid shoots every arrow from his quiver!
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.