Clark and the Campanile

**monkeybrow** · 08-15-2006, 12:50 PM

dearest Nancy...shall we remember back to yesterday?
when you asked me under the Campanile for naked play?
your stubby chubby digits prattling about my virgin body..
looking for hidden male snacks of milk and honey...
your full crumb-covered lips puckering for a sneaky monkey kiss..
If I go down this path... I will need a complete wash and rinse..
your ample frame attempts to devour and swallow me whole...
I realize to my horror that I am nothing to you more then a buttered roll..
I make my escape down a path for safety of my twig and berries...
you persue me as if I morphed into a gallon of Ben and Jerry's...
In the comfort of my car I fumble for the keys and to activate the ignition...
at any moment...expecting your meaty arms to cuddle me to submission...
I locked the doors of my Geo Metro and speed of into the night...
looking into the rearview mirror for the most horrid fright...
dearest you Nancy...standing there on Union Drive and crying my name...
"monkey..come back to me!.....I have scribe skills and will soon have fame!"
but I cannot go back to her....one can must never go back...
I can never be the partner of one that just views me as a nuggety snack.