Grig Poem by Ima Ryma

I am a hump winged grig - a guy,
A cricket like insect who sings
For sex with gal grigs. First time I
Have two sets of 'get the gal' wings.
One set makes the song to entice
The other set for her to munch.
Lost virginity has a price,
So first time better work a bunch,
Cuz second time gal grigs won't bite,
Unless my song is super swell.
If she does come, I hold her tight.
She's disappointed, but oh well!

Though my snack on wings may be gone,
My song wings can still get it on.