Spinster Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Spinster

I love the structure of your lips,
as well the soundness of your hips.
The rest, as far as bodies go
would take an engineer to know.
I wonder sometimes in my sleep
if goats and rabbits, mice and sheep
use lips as humans seem to do
I am a virgin, if I knew
what others learned from birds and bees
I'd more than likely cross some T's.
Here, in the tower of Westminster
I shall remain. A lonely spinster.