The floetry, the poetry

The words no longer flow like trees

The pain he felt, the more we see

The links of him down to her "v"

The moet she pours up as he

Feels that the love is all she needs

The pain she gained is all for fame

The fame she gained is all a game

The high five and cool points he earned

But in due time he will get burned

The baby isn't quite full term

Now at the clinic they will learn 

The pleasure wasn't worth all this

They should've kept it at a kiss