My joy is from nectar.
Like most it flows free.
It comes from down under.
Down underneath me.

From a split end it leaks.
Like dirty clothes it reeks.
Truely only for freaks.
This is when my joy peaks.

I like it daily and knightly.
The smell oh how it strikes me!
The euphoria from what see!
From a woman it is best.
It puts me straight to rest.

Stress! Stress!Thou hast!
No need for tests!
No need for pests!
Laughter is what you need.
The kind straight from a nest.
Lest crack has messed.
No angel can rest.

As I make my statement.
I salute the queen with this as payment.