That Sounds Like A Pony

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.