in bed with the new bride

wee will keep the ants at bay
in lines of twenty seven
and thee will steep the tea today
and call each buggie heaven

me round virgins laughing says
this is silly past the morning
Free your mind til yesterday
there's only laughter in my warnings

small ants and aunts and raucus rants
in lines at half past seven
and thee with tea so splendidly
in the garden we call heaven

me with virgins naked smiles says
let's stay in bed all morning
Free your mind til morrow plays
silly sex both perplexed, who needs another warning?