Dancing Moonlight Polkas

I know your nature, sir: it is quite coarse;
And, though your intellect may pass as shrewd,
You will not have me purely by the force,
A connoisseuse like me regards as crude;

You think of me as pretty; I’m the one
To keep you wide awake, with just your thoughts
To dance those moonlight polkas; you can come,
For I know nothing of sad midnight sports;

It is not just a matter of the chance
You’d take to find the opportunity
To make a bold start in this country dance;

And kisses and excitement? No, you see:
I know your nature sir; you’re just erect
Due to blue pills: you are not circumspect!