Bikinis

Best invention ever created
Was for sure those skimpy bikinis
Barely covering you know what
That sweet thing called a Puccini

A classical piece of pure artistry
As it runs the scale of notes
Really shrill to a very low bass
Emanate from deep in our throats

A loud crescendo then utter silence
A hush not a single sound
Collapse in a heap gasping and sputtering
As our hearts and hoohaas are bound

Quick gimme a freaking cigarette
Don't smoke but I'm gonna start
Then all of a sudden the spell is broken
As in unison we let out a big fart

So it's all back to those bikinis again
They stir up primordial instincts
My fingers get itchy and long to explore
Oops premature fireworks methinks