'Tell me, how round is your Love?'

Tell me, dear humanzee,

How round is your Love?

I wanna know.

I simperly gotta know.

What was it whenwhatwhy – or both?

Now or foreverish

Until the same time yet again before-

Or thou shalt never seize the pain!

In the vast splendishness

Of da stuff-'n'-stuff,

Wherefore art thou, my Lovely Round One?

To be you.

To feel you.

Untoish all the way down?

Blandishments a-forth a-go-go,

Until this amazingly bluest day... Yes?

Oh!... oh!... oh!... oh butthole... no!

Resplendent in the mire

Of my grovelling smish,

We awoke together

In a deepity field

Of the purest shite.