O how many men,
So many smitten
Amidst their snore.
O how many men,
Those fellas itchin’
For a score; seekin’
that buxom sex-kitten,
Risque-reekin’
out of every pore.
Not pussyfooting like a mouse,
Since it ain’t risky when your spouse’s
Snugly sleepin’, and you’re frisky,
Smugly creepin’
For a spicy midnight snack;
Knock, knock, knockin’,
On her soft bordello door.
One by one, Sandman’s aphrodisiac’s
Got ‘em arriving in a craze. Hyenas willy-nilly
Sweatin’ for that desiree’s sweet soufle’ – Wham bam
merci madam –
fulfilling all their filthy advances - dirty amygdala romances she’ll amuse -
Seamen demons in secrecy
Splooged in tissues
From those many men
Those tomcats nippin’
She won’t declaw.
Come along now dreamin’
Of midnight’s fille de joie.