Make Love Not War
Make Love Not War
I want to plant sugar-mines,
that blow on footfall’s touch,
they slap you on the calfs and
thighs and splash chocolate
on your crotch
then quickly I’ll plant cleavage
bombs, the things they do with
cream! And unexploded areola
squads, will lick the red parts clean
We’ll have such fun with pumpkin
gun, and quietly shoot the breeze,
while in the trees I’ll gently squeeze
your bum and stroke your knees
and when all our monkeys settle down,
and chickens from behind, without a
war we’ll live our lives …..why can’t we
just be kind?
So make love not war, it’s fun to score
and make the rafters shake, and in the night
between the two, a spicy cake to bake!
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