Snow Dancer

SNOW DANCER I am amazed at switch the goods Before so apostolic And now so different To one’s mind. Are you, my milk tooth A passion-flower nun Or an old maid Married with god With might & main? Are you making use of decoy “Snow Dancer” As an appropriated graphic Without mincing words As other persons do? Show Dancer You’re a Sweet Nothing A Cold Nothing As the Mildewed Show But pretty when the Earth Is in White¡ I remember that when snowing It was to the liking of You Girlfriend & Me To piss on the Snow And to do cartoons, ha, ha. You draped with my Dick And me with Your Tongue-lips. And we together singing laughing Dancing, singing All around: “Snow Dancer Is the same to say “Peace is a Piss””. Do you know Do You see: I like Women too much, Mimosa More than another Cheeky-Monkey Of our Specie. Yr wasp’ nest Make me to take flowers And have one’s fling. I taste Your female ****** Melting into snowing tears. To kiss the Angel’ s Lips Is my Eucharistic Made to measure. But now, oh¡ oh dear¡ poor me¡ My touched-balls Doctor Uric Says that for the blame of age I have to do An operation for prostate And just in due curse I’ll don’t be able To bring to light My brilliant point Measured one’s length: It will break The liquorice root The sweet breads. But yet, still Being so ****ed I’ll see how well You dance in the snow My Snow Dancer.