Nothing, heats up my jacuzzi like when this used thong

I found, bedazzled with gems, brushes ever so gently against some boobs! 

I guess it's hard to believe that one man, 

Could have a pony-tail that's sensitive and, 

Distract an agressive hawk that's cornered you.



I know my haikus are freakin intense, 

But even the words I made up to sound French, 

Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.

I would show up for our pottery class, 

Dressed like a pirate with John Waters moustache, 

On a unicorn that shits your name in stars.



Fuck in school, but gym is a romantic time 

Loitering on cliffs, thinkin about stuff like, 

Screwing you on the beach at night! (x2)



One milkshake! two straws! 



Fuck in school, but gym is a romantic time 

Loitering on cliffs, thinkin about stuff like, 

Screwing you on the beach at night! (x2)



Don't I, sound so, sexy, echo, (x2)



Release the doves (x5)