Pleasure Isle Poem by Day Williams

My friend, come to my Pleasure Isle,
Ride on my private jet,
And even better, check each letter
That shapes the Alphabet.

Take Tunnel One or Tunnel Two:
Each leads to Pleasure Spots;
Choices you make and undertake
Will tie your legs in knots,

And nevermore will you regret
Free rides and party times:
You'll prod and poke-what backwards folks
Foolishly call crimes.

Free as the wind, free as the rain,
The pleasures you discover:
A gentle breeze brings fantasies:
You'll wander and uncover

Forbidden fruit few mortals taste:
The sweet-cream snuggly snacks
That I've prepared by crystal stairs-
I know you will come back.

Small animals may squirm and squeak,
They'll squawk and squeal, and spur
Pursuit to catch their tails, snatch them
And stroke and stain their fur,

And how your happy heart will heat,
And how you'll nibble meals,
The tricks or treats with pizza meat
That satisfy your zeal,

And I'll preserve these memories,
Richer than double malts,
Fine resolution, no distribution,
Protected in a vault,

And you will do as I request,
Small favors in return:
You'll say good words to high-fly birds...
I'd hate to see you burned.