Girls of yonder and ago.
Sometimes I wonder where they are,
what has become of them?
Are they cinnamon canes now,
or rolls of licorice?
Strawberries with a green topping,
wine gums, or pink candy droppings?
With blotches of whipped cream on their breasts,
jelly bean belly buttons in chocolate chips,
rivers of liquid vanilla fudge flowing
from between their thighs and lips.
Girls of yonder.
I can’t sample even a kiss.
But I bet they don’t taste
as good as this.