The architect of my cummerbund
Is a twinkletoed teaser
If ever there was one
His horny interruptions
In the cycle of Wagner
Made Lottie come undone
In a variety of notations
Now
his body is spotty
And his manners verbose
But the way he tackled plenty
On just the sight of her haunches
Found no equal in the tabloids
Or even "How to spend it"
I can see him now
Launching,
launching
Tightening his grip
Below the centre of gravity
Entering the regions
Where the undergrowth thrives
Yes
This is an achiever's nirvana
This is ecstasy at the business unit level
This
is cucumber sandwiches served without crusts
I have to admit
I made all this up
Nobody tickled granny
Nothing remains in the toilet bowl
Never has not yet arrived
But then
She so
much wanted to be there at the party
Reading the "Sun" had been such an education
She licked at the soup he ladled in the gutter
Played Ophelia as he mounted an air raid
And spent the night viewing his designs
All this he did for me