A Happy Couple
She thinks he's really, really sexy,
She likes to feel the shock
When he is deep inside her,
Stiff, and as hard as rock.
She thinks he's really groovy,
His hair-cut is so cool,
It makes her lovey-dovey
And she knows that he's no fool.
He's given her two babies
Who howl and scream at night,
But for her there are no 'maybes'
She likes to hold him tight.
Let's hope it goes on forever
And that her love won't fade,
That's where the gods are gentle
And marriages are made.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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