IQ 133

He turns me on, don’t get me wrong;

His Morphine Blue voice crack’d Xerox—

’Something about the way he talks—

He says, “We belong, we belong”.

And, I fell into him at once;

But, he couldn’t keep up, keep up.

And, I’ll tell it to them close-up—

“My man, he was a righteous dunce”.

It was like my One-Thirty-Three

Stunn’d him right, oh, right, oh, right there:

He belch’d when I said “I forswear”.

Beware your lovers who can’t see.