Roses are red,
And nuts, a shade of brown.
Skirts ascend whilst trousers descend down.
Body to body, and skin to skin,
When it stiffens, do slip it in.
It enters dry, emerges moist,
The longer it's in, the stronger the hoist.
It drips as it exits, then starts to sag,
But fret not, dear, it's merely a Lipton tea bag!