Sleepy bluebell virgins


who yawn in the Bahamas


like to hang pajamas


In lime tree shades of urges.


Bimbos bared to strangers,


teats as sweet as ginger,


bits too young to injure


climbing from their drawers.


U.S. bloodeyes strut their popcorn


handcuffs hardly sprang 'em,


rending clothes that brang 'em,


their acorn bras and tops torn.


But snatch unshaven hairless being


plays Alice in the woods;


Cheshire can't/s be truthful could/s


on France's purple Caribbean.