Sagittarius, the archer of lore.
With a personality you will adore.
Philosopher, explorer, open of mind.
Half-horse, half-man, a rare kind.
Folklore songs of this centaur are sung
About how his bottom half is hung.
And all the girls say, “Sagittarius,
won’t you please come marry us? ”
But this beast of myth denies their nookie,
Until they satisfy his taste for cookies.
They fire up the ovens and bake rare sweets
Until they tire of standing and fall off their feet.
Chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin,
Sugar cookies, icy glazing.
Sagittarius eats his fill.
The girls flock, and do his will.
Girls desire the lord of December
For they hear tale of his enormous… member.
But these stories appear to be a false account,
Because when Sagittarius is up to mount,
The girls find he has manhood like a pin,
And each one must ask him, “is it in? ”
Oh, I love it! ! Very nice, and gave quite a hearty chuckle.. thank you kindly..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
ROFLMAO! ! ! ! nice. very nice.