The Hore and the Hare...Wot a Tale to Tell

Going Which Way

comme how....

The hare and the hore one lovely day
Decided to find an exciting new way
Playing around could be such fun
High and low and inbetween
Ninety Six indeed

It matters not at all to me
For choices always they are free
When lovers together come
Perhaps lusters often we do mean

A bump a hump across a tree
That lines the way so beautifully
Into treasures hidden are they
Within a mass of clotted hair

The Opening

oh oh oh..

A projection long and pink
Sometimes mottled brown indeed
Expanding then in tandem sweet
Between a purse of wrinkled skin

Hiding there in glorious disarray
A sweeping fur of coloured hue
Leading the way
To treasures hidden deep inside

Ecstasy

hare and hore

The hore and the hare
Together did they
Go out and look for
Various ways

Some they might find
So varied would be
To anything else
That had happened for them

A ritual intense in so many ways
Lifting beyond what had gone before
A great upheaval so immense
Never again be experienced

Strait and Laced

prudes and prunes...

If you mind on certain tracks doth run
Within this story you will find
A rather norty piece indeed

Then those of you so strait and laced
Will huff and puff indignantly
Forsooth ask if deleted it can be
Forget you do that words alone
Should not to you bring such aplomb

But then the choice is yours for you to make
As it will always be!!!!!!