致 玉 女 

              To the Girls

                                I

You are a gracious, delicious, lonely, bony beauty.

Unfortunately, I am leashed and hitched to a pole.

Otherwise, I’d have chased you and tasted you.

But now, I can only stay around, pant and yowl.

                                II

You are a spreading, spraying, spry, spring goldfish.

Unfortunately, you’re spreading, spraying in a bowl.

Otherwise, I’d have fought you and caught you.

But now, I can only sit outside, paw and howl.

                                 III

You are a displaying, cheese-playing, praying, preying flower.

But, I am not that kind of simple, single, silly, honey bee.

Sorry, for having stuck on you, and stung you;

Unwilling to feast you – to finish me.

                                  IV

You are a sweet, swaying, swell, swinging flower.

I am really that kind of loose, looting bee.

But, I am very much spent, no longer stupid;   

Cannot appease you -- disease me.

                                   V

You’re a sheepish, puppyish, puffy, fussy lamb.

It’s a pity, I am not that kind of a bold, bald goat.

Or else, I would have lured you and gored you.

Now, you arouse in me, a fervent, furious mood.

                                   VI

You have a rich, itchy, lofty, lousy pasture.

What a pity! I am a tame, lame, maimed goat.

Or else, I’d have climbed you and crushed you.

Now, you arouse in me a tantalized, appetized mood.

                                    VII

You are a savory, flavory, rosy, juicy melon.

Too bad, I am a sleepy and sickly worm.

If not, I’d have boarded you and bored you.

But I must to curl here, shrink and squirm.

                                    VIII

You are a tiny, honey, red, ripe berry.

Too bad, I am a feeble, futile bird.

I’d have swooped down and swallowed you.

But I must to perch here, shiver and chirp.

                                      IX

You are a curvy, curly, slender, slippery serpent.

I am a snake: so long, strong, tan and fine.

I hope may slither to you and spiral with you;

But, I fear your hidden, hideous fangs.

                                         X

You are a scenty, dainty, mad, bad, little bird;

Fortunately, I am an owl, so kind and -- blind.

Otherwise, I’d have snatched you and scratched you.

Boohoo! You make my eyes blink, my head -- a blank.