You’ll go to market,

And there you’ll buy

Ingredients for

Noodle-ball pie.

Then come you homeward

To roll the dough

And out in the oven

An hour or so.

Not all’s romantic,

Not sex is all;

Sometimes there’s only

A rolling ball!

And then there’s eating;

It must be done

For the Solstice

Celebra-she-un!

Now off you’re going,

And make it fast!

No time for showing off

Multi-task!

Oh, you creature,

I love you so;

Your fair, soft features

Do move me—oh!

If I went with you

We’d sneak somewhere,

Forget the noodles

For kiss compare!

And then close hugging!

It must be done

For the Solstice

Celebra-she-un!

Not all’s romantic,

Not all is sex;

Sometimes there’s only

A kiss complex!