No Go Getter

He came at her with a switchblade feather
She was confounded by the scent of leather
And as they dangled in the breeze together
A vacant groaning sky denied the weather
Dancing on the moor plucked the heather
They knew not what of it how or whether
But it stood lying as she tugged the tether
Leaning sideways deep above the nether
In his mouth a slice of rock hard cheddar
Her lips instinctively breach the blather
And it's dehydrated and he needs it wetter
Printed out running through his shredder
Wobbling wavering tried to get at her
A certain hint of this was in the letter
Wanted moaner and received a sweater
We surely hope that she is feeling better