There was a man with a fondness for beer.
There was nothing else that he held so dear.
Beer-goggles were his Cupid,
& beerplugs muted his stupid:
though it remained for the plugless to hear.
A girl got herself an intrepid beau,
but she'd long owned a vibrating dildo.
"That thing has three speeds
to exceed her base needs
I'll need four, none too quick nor too slow."
I see the lazy sway
of trees across the way.
And I'm lulled into trance
by their languid leafy dance.
And for the time I've lost
there must be some unit cost.
Or, perhaps, only gain.
There was no angst or pain...
only lost moments.