Pneumatic

The pneumatic
Girl’s ecstatic
Sigh
Causes him to wonder Why
No passion lights her azure eye.

Such style
And oh, Her smile.
He will resile
But that smile …
“I will play awhile
Then resile”.

It is a beautiful day.
They will make hay
As the sun does shine.
Women and wine
Are surely divine,
So he will make hay
While the weather stays fine.