Puritan Poem--
I love my sex.
Between your sex and my own, I don't know which to choose.
It's just that yours is so much fun and mine so pretty.
But what must be highlighted is how
yours fits inside of mine when it is
so big and brilliant in color.
The sexes are self perfumed.
To die with a hand on one sex, not hand in hand.
Although, that can be accomplished by the other hand.
[LAUGHTER]