Erotic Poetry

I was walking down the street looking for my gal.When out in the pasture, I saw her milking a cow.Wouldn't nothing I could do or nothing I could say.So I put that girl down and made her eat some hay.Out in the pasture where the grass does grow. You can see my girl puttin on a show.Nick, Nack, I got a cowgirl on my sack.She couldn't say jack, while I painted stick figures on her back.Hipples, Dipples, milk squirted out her nipples.Out in the pasture where my dreams float high. You can see milk squirtin in the sky.