I WISH I WERE A CUCUMBER
I wish I were a cucumber
Like the ones in her refrigerator
The ones she chills
Before she peels
To give herself orgasmic thrills
I'd watch the carrots cry
As they get pushed aside
They're not as big as I
And they don't satisfy
Celery never had a chance
They don't get a second glance
They'll never make it down her pants
But I would . . .
If I were a cucumber
