His lechery’s aborning, starting in early morning…
makes his way to where stay the critters.
He is there looking for love, but won’t do any cow-punchin’—
he’s no cowboy; he knows what’s fitter.
Yep, cowboys have their kine, to which they send valentines.
But he’s seeking a bay in a barn bay.
And he will be overjoyed when he finds one that’s employed,
like a roan, for rolling in the hay.
Because he’s craving stable ingress…won't take “nay,”
craving stable ingress, with a “neigh.”
He is craving stable ingress all the time—
mensch of stable ingress; got riding on his mind, no doubt!

He won’t engage à la mission, ’cause quadruped position
means a stool on which stands the fellow.
That steed stands up very far—15 hands, just about par.
And more euphonious than a cow bellow.
If bay ain’t ready to run, he could opt now for a dun;
at this point he’d go either way.
His emotions won’t be toyed with when his mood is buoyed.
He’ll snubs the quirt, instead hits the hay.

No doubt, he’s craving stable ingress, with a “neigh,”
craving stable ingress all the way.
He is craving stable ingress…a beeline
straight to stable ingress—that purpose in his mind.
Merry-go-round time!

His mood there is ingress.
that is the way he wants to play.
“Whoa!!”

The wrong word to be forging
down in the vocal cording,
because it means to equine critters
in the case of acts of love, that they should be doing nothing.
Word rhyming with “whoa!” would be fitter.
If a G he’d bind to an O, then he would find
that things would be an O bound to a K.
After “Go!” had been deployed, he’d no longer be annoyed,
and they could get to rutting in hay.

And the enterprise would be ingress, a big “Neigh!”
If equine rares, no ingress… on the way
to the place where docs treat sickness, they’ll opine:
“Next when you crave ingress, you’d better go with swine."

[Fade on sounds from the operating room]