That sounds like a pony   Sevens upstairs brothels   with plackers on the mantels   And ten fish play with samples   with candles in the back   he was a well dresses suitor   he had bad breath and candor   I thing they would have liked him   but he got killed by his manager   Fuzzy and cuddly he’s fonzo the rabbit   he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret   The bought him a temple with children to play with   now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff   Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies   I’ll meet you Sal Anthony’s and then go to Pilates   worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons   They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions   goddess immodest top twenty-seven hottest   with forty-nine heads in your bed and yet I’m still your fondest   Take me through the mandible with pcp’s and van der Bilts   where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals   And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes   with sights on race that vanishes   But that sounds like a pony.