‘Twas in the morning so much colder,
That you rested upon my shoulder,
A shocked glance to your ass so dark,
To see your perked x-mark,
So taking your velvet rope in hand,
I intended to cover that sordid land,
But you did swing a wild claw,
And my hand I did quickly withdraw,
Making me smack my wife in the head,
As she lay so peacefully in our bed,
Grumbling with the anger of a thousand furies,
We booked it out of there in a hurry,
And only you and I knew the truth,
Of the smack and the butthole-showing uncouth..