Parody of Andrew Marvel's Poem To His Coy Mistress

Parody of Andrew Marvell's "to his coy mistress" We have no time to waste Dear in Love let's make haste I haven't time to praise your locks For my boss at my back stalks And for sheer platonic relation Internet erotic sites I can't shun And I have dates waiting in queue If you dither I will select any in lieu of you My glabruous love should grow like your painfully maintained eyebrow And yonder before us lie A chimney-tarnished sky Before air pollution retards our respiration Let our breath mingle each other in unison