'My darling,' he whispered and sighed with a smile,
'Let's hide the salami and ride for a while!
We'll bonk and we'll boff and we'll poke and we'll pork -
We'll roll up the flagpole, and pop off the cork!
'We'll utter,' he muttered, 'the language of love -
Or bop to the music from heavens above!
We'll scamper and tamper and rummage and rut -
We'll pound at your camper, and pamper your butt!
'Let's treasure the pleasure of leisure and then,
We'll churn at the butter again and again!
What say you, my dearest, my love, and my light?'
She answered: 'No thank you. I'm busy tonight.'