Me lady! I exclaim, in a loud whisper,
The wispy words leave my mouth but bounce off my whiskers.

She turns, as if she heard some sort of sound,
But the words never reach her, they absorb in the ground.

So here I sit alone, muttering in my stache
But if she were here with me I’d be muttering her gash.

Bring fourth thine bush, I think in my head,
As I Pretend laying with her in my bed.

Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me you fool!
Now no more kissing! It’s time for stool!

Awakened I become, actually quite startled.
As I see the maiden approaches, I think I just shartled.

She tries to whisper herself but I hear not one sound.
She has a stache too! This feels so profound!

My eyes and heart grow and so does my nose,
As it smells like she made the same mess in her down belows.

<3 Willie M.