Ok I’ll give it to you straight
This poem wont be first rate
It wont even be great
Cause the bloody word is Percolate
I guess I could write about coffee granules
Make up something crappy about right angles
Or something silly about cocker spaniels
But that’s unlikely ‘cause all night I’ve been drinking Jack Daniels
I really don’t know what else to write about
Would you like to eat a brussels sprout?
Can I watch you work out?
I promise I wont sell out
You didn’t tell me you have implants
I can see them in your sweatpants
Did you get them through transplants?
They look like two oversized eggplants
I think maybe this is getting stupid
I hope I get a visit from cupid
I shall never be muted
Not even if I get booted
Will you come to bed with me?
I know I don’t have a goatee
But we can go to sleep carefree
Unless you want to scream like a banshee.