The Farens poon
Simple poetry by me. Short and sweet
Looking steadfastly/ to the fair maiden
He grips / his tilt
Her heads/ atilt
Next thing, ya know/ they're mating
She looks at him/ with a grin
Just/ such
A beauty/ a noble cutie
Can't help but balk/ at him
With a thrust/ she will entrust
Her life and soul/ to him