Thinking Of Jodilee

I have been tugging on the strings of your heart. I'm thinking of mugging (which may not be smart) , that scrumptious pink flower who lives in that shoe in the morning wee hour I'll be coming for you. I will show you some fire it is part of me now it is called male desire you will wonder just how I could feed it to you do not worry my dear and just stay in your shoe take a six-pack of beer and two beanbags as chairs with the laces tied shut we will leave all the cares outside of our hut but since this is a poem and the people have eyes even some, since we know 'em would be envious guys I will stop until later when I get to the shoe well, 'til then alligator I am longing for you.