She's barely fourteen years today, only just now been confirmed,
But before this morning's Easter Mass, by Daddy she got spermed

After church it's to her Aunt's, who serves goodies by the tons
But it's from her Uncle's spanking hand she'll get her Hot, Cross Buns

Her Grandpa will be glad to learn the top goal he achieves --
Upon her adolescent Easter eggs, the grizzled goat conceives

Girl Food Yum

Butter cunt, butter cunt, honey-sweet butter cunt
Looks like a peach, down to velvety fuzz

Apple tits, apple tits, ripening apple tits
Reddening in blush, twist-worthy stems

Candy ass, candy ass, sugar-plum candy ass
Sweetmeat so round, division profound

Butter candy, apple butter,
Honeyed peach and sugar plum
Sweetmeat blush and candy apples:
Adolescent girl-food-yum

Easter Egg Hunt

My Daddy gave me lots of things, and I can tell you why
'Cause today is Easter and I'm the apple of his eye

Gum and Peeps and Jellybeans and a long, vibrating toy
A cute pink thong with a bunny's head, captioned with "Playboy"

But best of all is when he starts his very own egg hunt,
And searches deeply with his cock inside my eighth-grade cunt

Fool for April

In spring I start to think of pansies,
'specially those devel'ping glandsies,
like poon pristine to give me fits
and lovely budding April tits

Not May-December...

Some will talk of May-December
But I must say that I'm a member
of those who yield to stronger power
namely, adolescent flower.

The old cliche for young with old
But I'm no greybeard truth be told
"December" seems too old you see
Month of "August" best stands for me

But to be fair I seek no "May"
Month well past pubescence day
Say instead the earliest Spring
Will racing heart to "August" bring

A teen, so young, who once I've held her,
surrenders all, to me, her elder.
So if you'd make my member starch:
If I'm an "August," make her a "March."