Rock stag - circa winter year 2010:

A prurient yen
while listening to WXPN
When
during a raging blizzard, ma peppy reenacted minuteman soldier
sought warmth within
“What doctor Memet Oz refers to as a self cleaning oh ven”
where Continental Army of George Washington
camped upon firmament  undertaken
some winters in the past - hell froze over approximate date
 January two thousand and ten
yours truly and his paramour trudged thru knee deep snow,
Where ma prick did stiffen
especially with pants down around ankles, the lil pisser
emulated one soldier from a corps of boot tee less riflemen
fraught with arctic vortex strove for sexual consummation to quicken
with temperatures cold as a witch’s tit - bade
   this T. Boon cotton pickens pikemen
toot ache shelter in miniature Valley Forge escarpment,
and as a hearty member of the elite squadron
numb skull and cross boner gang of psy kickoutdoorsmen
I practically stumbled small helmet head over boots while traipsing
over black kin er barbed razor wire (faux snow defenses)
latticed to earthly noblewomen
i.e. Mother Earth tha hour aboot force heck cons after midnight
upon albedo blinding oasis morgen
holding tight the gloved hand of muff female friend whose lumpen
pin pro lit hairy hen – squawked as mating call for rooster keen
to git between blue balls and intercourse a memorable joyridden
un *** get able experience, whereat Jack Frost did imbolden
me to thaw ma frozen nimrod amidst a thatch
like Duncan Hines moist and hidden NON GMO and gluten
free Stollen, twat possessed me with such key ness – a confession
that thee mindful Mediterranean maiden, whose hirsute flaxen
twas cute as a sangfroid x mass elfin doyen yawping gaga
sans sangfroid frenzied estrogen
invoking 10,000 maniacs from their grateful dead den!