Bring Me Home
"What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my cologne"
Said the man to the blind date as they sat alone.
He had made it himself from bear bones,
deer antlers and oxen pheremones.
But to get her interest, he'd have to change his tone;
"It's made from roses, daisies and tulips of which I have grown."
The woman was fascinated as she blended underneath the moon,
"What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume"
She had created it with butterfly wings,
fish guts and the legs to which crickets sing.
But to gain his arousal, she'd have to change her line;
"It's made with apples, peaches and little clementines!"
So the exchange was made and under the fluids they sunk,
True love was found in this new home where both of them really stunk!
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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