He is a snake-eyed, coiled boy
a grace-less, sexy, comic
who tickles the girls. A feathered toy.
His manner is covertly coy,
to take the girls to bed each day.
He is a snake-eyed, coiled boy.
In Starbucks he calls: Make it soy!!!
A grande, three pump, soy latte
that tickles the girls; a feathered toy.
His slick, quick moves slide in - destroy
even the most tantric play-
He is a snake-eyed, coiled boy.
He divides the girls, this subtle boy-
and war begins - dividing way,
it tickles the girls; a feathered toy.
He loves, and revels the mask of Boy,
hiding in wait – a simple ploy
He is a snake-eyed, coiled boy
tickling the girls. A feathered toy.
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