Her Vagina Is Not For Sale

Her vagina is not for sale.
It does not go to the highest bidder.
Her vagina has a story to tell.
A tale that is sweet, sour, and bitter.

Her vagina is vegetarian.
Men are not allowed.
She has a high culinary preference.
Her vagina is feminine and proud.

Her vagina rarely smiles.
There is nothing that brings it delight.
Her vagina is an unruly child.
Always putting up a fight.

Her vagina is fervently fresh.
A vanilla lavender potpourri.
Her vagina is never a mess.
As clean-shaven as can be.

Her vagina does not play games.
No tic-tac-toe, no Monopoly.
Her vagina stays the same.
It has been granted immortality.

Her vagina is always on my mind.
With every tick-tock of the clock.
Her vagina is so hard to find.
It is unique, one-of-a-kind and out of stock.

But wait! What is this I hear?
Oh what have the gods of fate engineered?

Knock-Knock
"Who's there?"
"Vagina"-- "Vagina who?"

Knock-Knock
"Who's there?"
Vagina just for you.

Knock-Knock
"Who's there?"
"Vagina"-- "Vagina who?"

Knock-Knock
"Who's there?"
Vagina just for you.