Don't Uncross Legs Poem by John Sensele

Don't uncross legs
For a few pieces of silver
Lest lurid stories should feed rumour kegs.

A morality question begs
To differ on human rights. Although you cross the river
Don't uncross legs.

Beware of the age of HIV plagues
That decimate the unwary. Don't become an HIV driver
Lest lurid stories should feed rumour kegs.

Underwear and contraceptives tie with pegs
For your future's sake. Advises a wise weaver
Don't uncross legs.

Ostriches bury heads in the sand and lay eggs
But they preserve lives. Don't become a sex diver
Lest lurid stories should feed rumour kegs.

Although you an omelette without eggs
Surrender not to whims of a copulation retriever.
Don't uncross legs
Lest lurid stories should feed rumour kegs.