bark woof bark, arooo

bark bark woof bark bark
bark bark woof bark woof bark bark
bark bark bark woof bark


cactus flower

plainly dressed, with drawn back hair
a voice like sugared prickly pear
her glasses failing to disguise
a lust that blazes from her eyes

nerdess tina slays the boys
though there’s one that she enjoys
tall and dark, with body frigid
he’s a man who’s always rigid


try she did to roast his wiener
excited by his stark demeanor. though,
such a trait would not allow
her open fields to meet his plow (so, to speak)


this failure she could not accept, and
so she had him as he slept