gershon hepner - heartcandy

When my fair love is not handy
I am cleaned out of heartcandy.
I enjoy her more than peanuts
when she grabs me by my he-nuts,
but sometimes when I am snacking
she commands me to get packing,
putting back into the wrapper
nuts and candy like a Japper.
Do you think I am to blame
when she puts me thus to shame,
saying it’s not fine and dandy
that I call her my heartcandy?
Surely not, but I will seal
lips until a sweeter deal
will be offered me, with salt
and sugar plus a single malt.


8/11/06

gershon hepner

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