Fox-on-Cross
Great-Cruxinquisitor
Itchings exist:
When I see a girl in mini-dress,
I purchased my favorite porterhouse steak,
expecting my favorite radio programs,
paint the walls white,
drink a beer with cigar,
See the nice maintained park,
hear at night the mysterious owl,
make the decision now or never,
expect already in my breast the stretching arms,
push my head against the wood,
firm my wrists on the hooks,
undergo the omnitension in my flesh,
am silent, wait and wait and wait.
When I see a girl in mini-dress,
I purchased my favorite porterhouse steak,
expecting my favorite radio programs,
paint the walls white,
drink a beer with cigar,
See the nice maintained park,
hear at night the mysterious owl,
make the decision now or never,
expect already in my breast the stretching arms,
push my head against the wood,
firm my wrists on the hooks,
undergo the omnitension in my flesh,
am silent, wait and wait and wait.