Stoner

He’s a stoner
Just a loner
With a boner
An emotional blur
When he thinks of her

He thinks of a slur
And begins to infer
Drinks some liquor
And speaks to a monsieur
An owner
In order to procure
A girl to conquer

He sees her
All demure
His loins stir
But he’s an amateur
And she’s mature
An enticing whisperer
A bodily entrepreneur
She winks and purrs

He wants what will occur
But is terrified of the transfer
His thoughts whirr
And he becomes his own saboteur
His manhood fails to stir

Just a limp stoner
Thinking once more
Of her