Unripe Ripe Men

A dog that is feeding on milk Won't go all days been fed by an ilk When situation makes him bilk Then the dog won't be as fine as a silk A ball at the back of the net is a goal Two balling on bed must have become a soul With the one that is in control Pleasurably drilling the hole Two goals are called a brace Jubilation is always of deep embrace How hard opponents feel so disgrace Trying to come back in form through grace Three goals are called an hatrick After two is no longer a baby mama by trick Enjoying the memorable awesome kick Which never get you sick Unexpectedly in love; Hugs plant Olive. Unexpectedly with peers; Olive's shade gears cheers. Unexpectedly in joy; I, a playboy. Unexpectedly with ladies; Scope drives Mercedes. But men are running late for altar's oath Wandering soul mate can't afford a troubling both But has forgotten the lurking loath Running behind them, are many a troth