1.10.2016

People Fallin' For Baby Pollen


A throng of people walking in a field of flowers red,
All along but none were talking, not a word shouted or said.
A lady with some Hooch and a friend riding on a pooch,
Both of whom were looking out to smooch with someone up ahead...

Luckily everyone was ready to embrace a lover,
As clouds rolled in to block sun and provide romantic cover.
Now they're dancing in the rain, prancing all about,
With their willies out without a doubt they're in a trance, insane!

But this is life, as I must say whenever I'm asked to explain,
The crazy games that people play - it's how babies get made!