A four stanza pantoum; Bun in t'oven.

[billy]

I popped my cork the other day;
A flash of thigh. A rip of white
a cherry plucked and all was red.
We banged like shutters in the wind.

A flash of thigh, a rip of white
with rabid moans I parted hair.
We banged, like shutters in the wind
the smell of matrimony bare.

With rabid moans I parted hair;
we shredded clothes, and did the deed.
The smell of matrimony bare.
she'd hooked me with her rabbit's noose

We, shredded clothes and did the deed
her father's shotgun testement.
She'd hooked me with her rabbit's noose
my drinking days are numerous.