Are you shy as the bongo
Because you’re not a fine fox
And flatness are of the mango
Hanging front of your hairy chest.
Like a wheel, others revolve
Hence you go for implantation,
Adding garlics to your clove
In both physical and imagination.
Flat tummy, your profound urge
Others pass, you go hissing
Why are you red and easily purge
Over apples that are not spinning.
Endowment in a true sense;
Is a little more on the left
That causes a little less
Of mass and weight on the right.
All you think is to impress,
When every woman is not a wife
Hope you know, it’s not by dress
But impartation you make in life.