I am not a tendon

I am not a rhododendron

I cannot feel nor can I see

Perhaps I am you

Perhaps you are me

When we go for a walk

We like to hold hands

When it is time to shock

We like to hold glands

If was summer

I’d say we  were hot

I’d say it still

Even if it was not

I went to the fridge

to fetch me a pickle

it’s along way to a million

Now it starts with a nickel

Some like it airy

Some like it dirty

I’ve  no uncle Larry

But I’ve got an aunt Gertie

My mind is inflamed

Burnt red with a thought

It’s that the old sun

Is a big yellow Dot

Love me at breakfast

Love me at dinner

If you don’t love me

Your lovepig gets thinner

Sing me a song

Oh sing to me baby

You can respond

With yes, no or maybe

You’re laying there

In your jammies all red

I have some cheese

Do you have the bread?

If you have the bread

I’ll run for the butter

Hell – I’ll milk the cow

And make it straight from her udder.

I’m not sure about turnips

I’m not trustin’ grapes

When we fart or we burp

Hot gases escape

my skin is  all dry

my face lookin’ old

my limbs are still limber

see how they unfold

These rhymes they come slower

I’m nearly finshed

But I write a new couplet

Every damn minute!