Before the decisive, life changing goosebump,
Before saying something stupid that would
Make you the stupider
Close your eyes, Comrade Horny,
Imagine her mother
All stuffed up, all oozy,
Carrying on and on and on and on
Till the cows are come, are milked and gone.
Stir not at that curl, that smooth
defectless nose, nor what her eyes
In you generate as force.
Throw ahead your thoughts ten years to be
And she, see her then in all resistability.
Give not away your weakness
With one hand on your crotch.
That web which calls your fly all messes up
What your good sense has once rarely planned.
She’s a moo-cow to be of a different land.