Oh Suzanna Poem by pssive w nker

Today…
I was delivered a monkey …
Dressed in red I pulled her from a box
Disrobing carefully I uncovered
her tutu pink held in, full belly, none short of grace
whilst a cheeky grin smirked wickedly… “shot”
cause she’d got her hands on bow and arrow
yet cupid obviously was a salad mix of up
and her Pliés were up the duff

now whether it was ballet that she really did yearn
of Saubresaut or of demi-pointes no clue could she discern
she wore a halo, wings of white,
but her toes held no useful positions
of Sur le cou-de-pied
but her counts of waltz drummed to heated beats
towards a red heart directionally flexed
where her technique of tendu was surely the best

and I finally got the message deep inside
with guess and bet and knew and who
Tis the season and Valentine is due