Rajah Main Hip - Hanny Style

Looking Sand-ward you grasp
She who, notwithstanding Jelly, endures the importunate clasp.
You do rip as from the eyes
Widdershins moving thighs.
Ah, Hanny! Your Rap is too pure, too deep
For such simple Souls that do creep.
'Twould move the Sleep Of Rip!
Bovinity?
Remark yon Hot Cowslip?

Sing as you sway
Mocking the Stolen Day.
Though Naughty Time abate!
Tearing the sinewed Golden Gate.

Hot words for the Morrow
Sand Pain, Sans Sorrow
Swaying, heated, lost beat!
'Tis Meet,
To PogBeat!

Linger in your Rap-Song, Mofo!
Grow...

Pooka MMVIII

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