I never go spelunking

After eating.

I’d much rather be damn-near starving,

As it makes the heart more vicious in beating,

And fingernails sharper in their carving.

Oh yes, before exploring any cave

So perpetually warm, and cavernous,

It’s the hunger that makes me crave,

For it makes the sex rather ravenous.

 

 

 

 

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