Now seeing this view of the Evening Sun
Well-Wished Voices found their best slots to chant
And you on-seat, wrinkle upwards for fun
Whilst lovely Sailors lay their hymns incant
Or should I say, Sailorettes? That which so
In-differ whichever lingam you choose
Despite your bath of rose-petals they own
Enough to turn your Manly Flavours loose
How true time-trialled these Fancy Trends trend
From whose Life the Weary Market en-cash
Their Choice - yours - feed on your Fashion depend
Then ask your Shirt reprieve your flesh to bask.
Never have my Signals wired to restrict
Whichever Circuits your Engine remits.