No wonder, Rufus,
no girlie
will spread her thighs for you
unless you bribe her
with expensive clothes, jewellery etc.
The reason is the bad press
you have: People say
a he-goat lives in your armpits.
Offputting that,
distinctly offputting.
No chippie likes to bed down
in a barnyard.
Call off your indecent assault
on our noses
or stop being surprised
when the popsies give you the pass.

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