The Berry and the Boot

She saw him there
the man in the boots
she noticed they were shiny
in a healthy way but not in a new boot way

She looked upon them because she could not look upon him
As she sauntered up in a slightly perplexed way
she couldn't help but notice the boots did gleam at her

She fell down before him
flat on the ground on her stomach in a offering sort of way
and buffed his boots with her hair and sweat

She swayed and slithered this way and that
perplexed and wanton but virginal yet

It was then that he took notice of her
laid out flat in a wanton way perplexed and all that
virginal he did know and yet
he couldn't help but noticing that
her hair and sweat
did gleam at him

It shone radiant in fact
it left him perplexed and wanton
not really virginal and yet

He gazed down upon her
in this way
dirt and sweat
did come upon her in such a way
that virginal did not suit her at last
Her head bobbed back and forth
like a berry on a branch

He popped it proper with his shiny boot
as it slithered there and that
that is was
a berry
ripe and pretty
laid out in front of him
like a perplexed heathen cat

with juices ripe and rippling so
he gathered himself and did go

his boots so shiny
they gleamed in the night
beckoning to wanton heathens
virgins and such
but in the end just popped them without thought
ripe ol heads
berrys
nonsense and such