Monogamy can sometimes make one quite sore,
Though best not reveal that to your lover du jour.
Instead smile and batter your eyelashes
Look demure, passive, like a thief about to steal a whole load of cashes
And know that tomorrow might bring a whole lot o’sorrow
Oh un-knot that furrow!
And no I am not joking,
Nor do I enjoy smoking
Instead like the wind with the leaves
I get a little peeved
If I’m only allowed to blow one.