Standing Room Only

Some days the trouser snake wont sleep, he has a simple mind, to take me to the place men like, that rests with womankind And in a dance when only twenty, tight trousers were the rage, young waist and body pressed to mine he popped out of his cage His size increased to take the stage while girls at side did giggle, to see this creature kick and jump, to ‘Beatles’ fiesty jiggle So I sat down while he stood up, I cursed and swore to kill him, while maiden fair with thighs of gold pretended not to see him And later when I walked her home, and asked her for a date, she answered yes and coyly said, ”Don’t forget your mate”