Lemon Snot Jockstrap Dysentry Girl

LEMON SNOT JOCKSTRAP DYSENTRY GIRL

Lemon juice with nutri sweet,
That's love for you
My love.

Sometimes sharp, sometimes bitter,
And the sort of sweet that hits your gut,
But not your hips,
Battered, the old jockstrap,
That's love for you
My love.

It's taken the toll of years,
And plenty of the pain,
But it's seen all the games,
Still holds the hurt of sex,
Although I shouldn't add, I will,
Like you it's dirty too,
When I had dysentery
And was crapping snot,
That's love for you
My love.

I felt so strange, so sick
Thinking like Forest Gump
On a bad day,
That I might die,
But wouldn't seem to care.
If that's not love, what is?
I've written you this poem,
That's love for you
My love

And you say I'm not romantic
My little
Lemon snot jockstrap dysentery girl.