Perticuler Peg

Particular Peggy went surfing to see
just how many gentlemen would interested be
in her brains, in her wit, in her cavalier style...
or her cleaning, her cooking, or her great killer smile.
As old as the bones of Tyrannosaurus Rex
their interest -- as always -- is sex.
And more sex.
Stunned, disappointed (and rather naive)
Peg pulled a hankie from under her sleeve,
and dabbed at the teardrops which fell from her eyes.
Some fellas were truthful... the others told lies
about just what they wanted when craning their necks
to see down her blouse...
Just sex.
And more sex!
Now...Peggy's libido is healthy and strong
(and this isn't a question of what's right or what's wrong --
nor a judgment on men and their natural slant
or whether they're able....or whether they can't
and, thus, need a potion, a blue pill, or a hex
to fulfill their desire for sex...
and more sex)
...in fact, I lost sight of what I meant to say;
a good looking man is now headed my way.
Yummmmmmmmmmm.