There she is,
A hormonal quiz,
Filled to the brim with pleasure,
Molded clay,
In a sumptuous way,
A genetically aesthetic treasure.
She’s too dumb to know
That her season will go.
But she knows that her fruit is in season.
So she teases the boys,
For the pride of her toys.
And for them it’s a good enough reason.
For, a cherry to pluck,
The sweet juices to suck,
Is an undertaking truly delicious.

Boys, never stop,
Till you harvest a crop!
Boys, always be ambitious!

~ Daniel F Mitchell