Citrus of an orange/ bitter not ripe, like non-believers amongst mormons/
Sermon targeting wives - don’t dare bring in more-men.
Rights to polygamy - one to many/ makes a crowded bed, one too many/
It’s ok - feed them mini bites compressed in mini tights, that’ll make sure they’re plenty skinny/
Adventure in Utah, tube tops on two saws, no teeth on the blade, but like Gerber I drooled all day/ nipples in an array/ I never knew it’d be so simple to make my day/
Pokin’ through like pasties losin’ glue, a fused muse accused of stickin’ it to her boo!
Damn, I know these crazy thoughts I couldn’t write…. If I was you.