Femme fatale of the flowery world,
Mother Nature’s Mata Hari,
But no matter how hard you try to
Convince me she’s bad news,
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with ‘v’…
Venus! Wow what a beauty!
In her harlequin jacket,
Giving me the green light,
And luckily for her I’m not one to
Beat around the bush,
I wanna head straight for the good stuff!
‘Come in, come in!’ her carmine-coloured feelers say to
Forty-one pretty fingers,
Beckoning me over,
Bringing me closer to my dea-
Stop! Don’t ruin the moment!
Instead, just let me dream of her
Sticky tape lipstick,
Firebrick Pritt Stick,
Tricking me into
Her lair, where
Her syrupy tongue awaits,
So deliciously, inauspiciously, viciously viscous,
I love her lava, her lava I
But as you wouldn’t stare into the sun,
Don’t look too closely into her eyes!