The lover with a long curly wig shot me a glance;
this was just the beginning of a risqué romance.
The early light blessed me with a god-awful headache:
my sincerity was much too painful to relate.
What can I say to the raw and bloody uncooked?
Stay away from love unless you wish to be booked!
God forgives all of our embarrassing advances;
try and try to always pursue love’s best chances.
Pigs squeal, dogs howl and man pleads to get some bliss;
the serpent twines around his mate with a sweet hiss.
God help us all to figure out this conundrum:
the more the mind thinks, the more dumb it becomes!
Darvish was laughing and crying about such pain;
repeating the name of god is the best refrain!
