Protect Your Pie and Reserve Your Rod

Your rod is not for signs my brother... Stop looking for red seas to divide... It should be the trophy of your bride... That other sister need not to bother... The pie between your thigh is priceless... serving it cheaply to mark a moment may lead to a lifetime of tearful torment... Lose not your worth, Your royal badness. Rash rodents seek sweet holes to plunder... Let them not mess your milky mountains... Some pies are pools from filthy fountains... Let them put your heart and soul asunder... I really believe that safe sex is sweet... it makes real relationships romantic... yet it does not make marriage realistic... Safe hearts reduce stray dogs on the street. No sex is really safe outside marriage... some lovers often turn to lousy losers... cheaters were one loyal skirt chasers... Sex cannot save slaves from bondage