It was a little after ten,
Someone was playing with my pen.
I was lying naked in her den,
I was sure that this is what they call zen.
As a chilly wind blew across my face;
I realised i just couldn't keep up with her pace!
I was sure this surely wasn't a race,
But I somehow knew i had to close my case.
I should've wacked myself with a broom;
I really should not have been in this room!!
I tried to tell her about my impending doom;
Before i went boom-boom-boom.
As i was finishing, i made a grab for her skirt;
And also held on to some stuff that was pert.
This was a situation I tried to avert;
But i can't help it if she were an expert:)
