There was a sweater thrown to the side
and a man of blue from Uluru,
his lips painting dreams
and with briefs of white cotton.
If his appearance was untimely,
how cunningly he could urge!
Together we danced and sang
until he ran off with my pants.
Behind his briefs
tattooed with crabs,
why did I not refuse
the temptation of his advances?
Art from raaawrbin