DON’T DONGLE WHERE YOU DANGLE
Don’t Dongle Where You Dangle
I Say: Don’t Dongle Where You Dangle
And Where You Topple Her Leave Not Your Doppler.
Jingling And Jangling With Sweet Janet Wrangling
Foes Beyond Time In No Quarter And No Dime.
Dingled Berries Fresh Off O’ The Bush Therein Wacking And Forest Slaying
And Mangled By The Scrambling Of Men In Tights Spangling –
Wouldst Thou Mingle Where You Straddle While You Paddle What You Saddle:
A Charlie’s Horse And Bridle Dangling Far Beneath The Cordial?
I Say: Leave Not Your Doppler!
Nor Your Dangler Nor Those Dangling.
In Striding Prance And Pringling Therein Woodside Nearby – Crinkling –
Be Bedazzled By Whom You Razzled And When You Leave In Midnight Jazz:
I Say: Purvey Not Your Dangler!
Nor The Dangled Therein Dear John.
Key In Knowing, Coy In Having – And Lest Be The Lesser Jester Be Thou.
A Socket In The Sprocket Where It Docked It – Until It Was Just Now Extracted Into My Pocket.
I Tell Thee With Glee: Be Not Long John –
For It Hangs In All Its Tang And Wherein Puffed By Its Tuft Is Bereft.
In Earnest Glee And Yearnéd Foreseeing Are All Forsworn By This Understanding:
Five Seconds On The Floor And When Found Is Yours No More…
In Double By The Couple Dinged Your Dongle To My Trouble
May Your Trifle Thereby Triple And Its Trouble Be Your Troubadour:
A Lock,
A Key,
A Door.
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