JOHN DOLL

My baby baby sugar cane

baby blue is deep in your eyes,

let me hide and seek in your eyes.

My cuddly boy, you're snug and all.

I'm not faint-hearted.

My tongue is not wagging.

You're my yummy yummy crush,

juicy little john doll.

My silky milky ice-cream,

let me whip your cream.

See no passion, no sex drive,

take this as a lullaby.

I'm not faint-hearted.

My tongue is not wagging.

THE PIN

The pin was resting near the faucet
ready to meet my scarf.
Suddenly it swirled down
and hit the bottom of the sink,
in less than a moment or so,
fell into the hole,
once and for all,
and vanished.

Don't you think you are safer.
The poor pin never knew its fate.
The tide turned,
pulverized its innocent plans
of clinging on a piece of silk
and ridiculously took it away.