Scarlet weapons for her hair.

Will you hiss me all night when I’m done?
Who is Sylvia? Wrath is she!
Shall I condemn thee to a summer fray?
Scarlet weapons for her hair.
Rod didn’t suck her little green nipples.
Go to bed now and sleep sing.
Gently my rattle now test.
Who forgives the winds  and the whorls?
Where gently those lost quivers show.
Don’t put all your leg in the basket.
Alas,.my love,you sue me wrong.
I met her  and was pardoned where the three Fates show.
Fester  on dorma.
Beware of rung  girls.
Lover,lover where’s my  other?
Did Jesus have a raving sister.
In my mind ,I have  a rabid fox.
I like the  tea brewed Bible.
My fountain  overflowed.
Where is that still tall voice?