refuse to let you bounce upon their thighs,
even when you offer life-time supplies
of the best kind of silks, the ones that fall
languidly to the ground, or precious stones
that glitter like the stars.They turn you down.
There is a rumour going round the town
that they've all heard - they feel it in their bones
disgust and fear of that huge billygoat
the smelly one that lives beneath your arms -
foul breath, sharp horns. He really has no charms
for anyone who'd fuck you. And his coat
shows shaggy there.Shave wash and scent today
or please stop asking why girls run away.