To His Bootylicious Mistress Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

As the ephemeral days, profuse page boys trod these terrain
Taking meticulous cognizance of them all as though till it rain
Winking and ogling at those flabby detoids no more pointed
Its a deduction to all and sundry, no more cosy places unbattered
A vagrant haggling the quaint honour to lechers for paltry a sordid boon
Lacking complacency with million men willing to go until they see the moon
Beyond a decade, celibacy could no longer be acceptably defined
Even at the locus inquo, she claims life undefiled
Like Hosea, musing eventually she might appraise shelving promiscous brain drain
Glued to these lustful sensation, peers opined I had no brain
Peradventure, the bootylicious yahoo addled my senses
I realized its never a song we sing sitting on fences