Persimmons, Porcupines and Guns
Her lips were of Persimmon pink
Her nails of Porcupine
And when she puckered up to kiss
You’d better which your spine!
Her eyes could penetrate the night
Like lasers from a gun
and when she set her eyes on you
Oh boy, you’d better run!
Let’s not forget about her feet
At “Bunny” speed, no less
She’ll hop right in and nibble when
she finds out your address
Persimmons, porcupines and guns
And with those Rabbit’s feet
She’ll chase and kiss and scratch and burn
What might she like to eat!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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