Reproduction, Babe!

I wanna write – a poem

            for someone who’s at home

For you babe

            I’ll travel all the way to Rome

I’ll ride on my bike

            made of leather and chrome

We’ll be wed

            in the Vatican dome

We’ll hump,

            like little green gnomes

So fast,

            that your cunt’ll foam

And we’ll make so many babies

And God will be so Happy!