Now, as the sweet imbecilities
Tumble so lavishly
Onto her lap
Now, there are two possibilities
A, I could ravish her
B, I could nap
Say
It's the ravishment, then we see
The option
That follows, of course
A
The deployment of charm, or B
The adoption
Of physical force
Now, B might arouse her
But if I assume
I trip on my trouser
Leg crossing the room
Her hair getting tangled
Her stays getting snapped
My nerves would be jangled
My energy sapped
Removing her clothing
Would take me all day
And her subsequent loathing
Would turn me away
Which eliminates B
And which leaves us with A
Now, insofar as approaching it
What would be festive
But have its effect
Now, there are two ways of broaching it
A, the suggestive
And B, the direct
Say
That I settle on B, to wit
A charmingly
Lecherous mood
A
I could put on my nightshirt or sit
Disarmingly
B, in the nude
That might be effective
My body's all right
But not in perspective
And not in the light
I'm bound to be chilly
And feel a buffoon
But nightshirts are silly
In mid afternoon
Which leaves the suggestive
But how to proceed
Although she gets restive
Perhaps I could read
In view of her penchant
For something romantic
De Sade is to trenchant
And Dickens too frantic
And Stendhal would ruin
The plan of attack
As there isn't much blue in
The Red and the Black
De Maupassant's candour
Would cause her dismay
The Brontes are grander
But not very gay
Her taste is much blander
I'm sorry to say
But is Hans Christian Ander
Sen ever risque
Which eliminates A
Now, with my mental facilities
Partially muddied
And ready to snap
Now, though there are possibilities
Still to be studied
I might as well nap
Bow
Though I must
To adjust
My original plan
How
Shall I sleep
Half as deep
As I usually can
When now I still want and/or love you
Now as always
Now, Anne
Later
When is later
All you ever hear is Later, Henrik, Henrik, later
Yes, we know, Henrik
Oh, Henrik
Everyone agrees, Henrik
Please, Henrik
You have a thought you're fairly bursting with
A personal discovery or problem, and it's
What's your rush, Henrik
Shush, Henrik
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik
Hush, Henrik
You murmur
I only
It's just that
For God's sake, later, Henrik
Henrik
Who is Henrik
Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles
Short and boring
Yes, he's hardly worth ignoring
And who cares if he's all dammed
I beg your pardon
Up inside
As I've often stated
It's intolerable being tolerated
Reassure Henrik
Poor Henrik
Henrik, you'll endure
Being pure, Henrik
Though I've been born, I've never been
How can I wait around for later
I'll be ninety on my deathbead
And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman
Doesn't anything begin
Soon, I promise
Soon, I won't shy away
Dear old
Soon, I want to
Soon, whatever you say
Even now
When you're close and we touch
And you're kissing my brow
I don't mind it too much
And you'll have to admit I'm endearing
I help keep things humming
I'm not domineering
What's one small shortcoming
And think of how I adore you
Think of how much you love me
If I were perfect for you
Wouldn't you tire of me
Soon
All too soon
Dear old
Soon, Later Now
I promise When is later As the sweet imbecilities
Soon, All you ever hear is Trip on my trouser leg
I won't shy away, Yes, we know, Henrik, Stendhal elimanates A
Oh, Henrik
Dear old Everyone agrees
Henrik, please
Henrik
Soon, As I've
I want to Often stated
Soon
Whatever you say When But when
Even now, Maybe Maybe
When you're close Soon, soon, Later
And we touch, I'll be ninety When I'm kissing your brow
And you're kissing And dead
My brow And I'm stroking your head
I don't mind it I don't mind it
Too much Too much You'll come into my bed
And you'll have to Since I have to And you have to
Admit Admit Admit
I'm endearing, I find peering I've been hearing
I help Through life's All those tremulous cries
Keep things humming, Grey windows
Impatiently Patiently
I'm not Not Not
Domineering Very cheering Interfering
What's one Do I fear death With those tremulous thighs
Small shortcoming Let it come to me Come to me
And think of Now, Soon
How I adore you
Think of Now, Soon
How much you love me
If I were perfect Now, Soon
For you
Wouldn't you Now Soon
Tire of me
Later Come to me soon, Come to me soon
We will, If I'm dead Straight to me
Later I can wait Never mind how
We will, How can I live Darling, now
Soon Until later I still want and/or
Later Love you
Soon
Later Now as always
Now
Desiree
Now, as the sweet imbecilities
Tumble so lavishly
Onto her lap
Now, there are two possibilities
A, I could ravish her
B, I could nap
Say
It's the ravishment, then we see
The option
That follows, of course
A
The deployment of charm, or B
The adoption
Of physical force
Now, B might arouse her
But if I assume
I trip on my trouser
Leg crossing the room
Her hair getting tangled
Her stays getting snapped
My nerves would be jangled
My energy sapped
Removing her clothing
Would take me all day
And her subsequent loathing
Would turn me away
Which eliminates B
And which leaves us with A
Now, insofar as approaching it
What would be festive
But have its effect
Now, there are two ways of broaching it
A, the suggestive
And B, the direct
Say
That I settle on B, to wit
A charmingly
Lecherous mood
A
I could put on my nightshirt or sit
Disarmingly
B, in the nude
That might be effective
My body's all right
But not in perspective
And not in the light
I'm bound to be chilly
And feel a buffoon
But nightshirts are silly
In mid afternoon
Which leaves the suggestive
But how to proceed
Although she gets restive
Perhaps I could read
In view of her penchant
For something romantic
De Sade is to trenchant
And Dickens too frantic
And Stendhal would ruin
The plan of attack
As there isn't much blue in
The Red and the Black
De Maupassant's candour
Would cause her dismay
The Brontes are grander
But not very gay
Her taste is much blander
I'm sorry to say
But is Hans Christian Ander
Sen ever risque
Which eliminates A
Now, with my mental facilities
Partially muddied
And ready to snap
Now, though there are possibilities
Still to be studied
I might as well nap
Bow
Though I must
To adjust
My original plan
How
Shall I sleep
Half as deep
As I usually can
When now I still want and/or love you
Now as always
Now, Anne
Later
When is later
All you ever hear is Later, Henrik, Henrik, later
Yes, we know, Henrik
Oh, Henrik
Everyone agrees, Henrik
Please, Henrik
You have a thought you're fairly bursting with
A personal discovery or problem, and it's
What's your rush, Henrik
Shush, Henrik
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik
Hush, Henrik
You murmur
I only
It's just that
For God's sake, later, Henrik
Henrik
Who is Henrik
Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles
Short and boring
Yes, he's hardly worth ignoring
And who cares if he's all dammed
I beg your pardon
Up inside
As I've often stated
It's intolerable being tolerated
Reassure Henrik
Poor Henrik
Henrik, you'll endure
Being pure, Henrik
Though I've been born, I've never been
How can I wait around for later
I'll be ninety on my deathbead
And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman
Doesn't anything begin
Soon, I promise
Soon, I won't shy away
Dear old
Soon, I want to
Soon, whatever you say
Even now
When you're close and we touch
And you're kissing my brow
I don't mind it too much
And you'll have to admit I'm endearing
I help keep things humming
I'm not domineering
What's one small shortcoming
And think of how I adore you
Think of how much you love me
If I were perfect for you
Wouldn't you tire of me
Soon
All too soon
Dear old
Soon, Later Now
I promise When is later As the sweet imbecilities
Soon, All you ever hear is Trip on my trouser leg
I won't shy away, Yes, we know, Henrik, Stendhal elimanates A
Oh, Henrik
Dear old Everyone agrees
Henrik, please
Henrik
Soon, As I've
I want to Often stated
Soon
Whatever you say When But when
Even now, Maybe Maybe
When you're close Soon, soon, Later
And we touch, I'll be ninety When I'm kissing your brow
And you're kissing And dead
My brow And I'm stroking your head
I don't mind it I don't mind it
Too much Too much You'll come into my bed
And you'll have to Since I have to And you have to
Admit Admit Admit
I'm endearing, I find peering I've been hearing
I help Through life's All those tremulous cries
Keep things humming, Grey windows
Impatiently Patiently
I'm not Not Not
Domineering Very cheering Interfering
What's one Do I fear death With those tremulous thighs
Small shortcoming Let it come to me Come to me
And think of Now, Soon
How I adore you
Think of Now, Soon
How much you love me
If I were perfect Now, Soon
For you
Wouldn't you Now Soon
Tire of me
Later Come to me soon, Come to me soon
We will, If I'm dead Straight to me
Later I can wait Never mind how
We will, How can I live Darling, now
Soon Until later I still want and/or
Later Love you
Soon
Later Now as always
Now
Desiree