Don't throw me in the briar patch... Is there honor among thieves Or honesty between two liars? You asked me not to throw you in, But here we sit, amongst the briars, It's not a cosy place to rest, The thorns they prick and poke us sore, But, since your love is still love's best, I beg of you, please hurt me more! The Tar Man...meets Molly Cottontail Are you that great Tar Man of lore? The one I have been looking for? If I should touch you with my hands And with my kisses make demands, And get real close and up real tight And hold on fast with all my might Then if I try to get away Will you grab on and make me stay? I might say, "OOOOh" Or (not likely), "No" But, Baby, please don't let me go My Tar Man, hold me, hold me fast I want this love affair to last Want you to stick to me like glue And never to be rid of you I want to stick around a while And make you laugh and make you smile And with my bunny tail tickle you all day Until "Oh, stop!" I hear you say Then I might (maybe) think about it But, then again, I really doubt it. Poetry