ONCE UPON A TIME, IN GORKY PARK

Look at Boris’ nuts, tiny and green
He pulls them close, as other girl-squirrels careen

Natasha the Dolt, cold and mean
Shouts, your’s are the smallest, the size of a bean

He gathers them up, a shy pre-teen
As she draws near, his round ones to peen

They sound full and juicy, she shouts with a preen
They’re tiny melons, full of sweet protein

Boris’ gems burst under her fists, a violent mein
As his juices spill, full of plump seeds of a black sheen

My juicy fruits, Boris cries out , times are lean
Now I will die hungry and lonely, a mate is not foreseen

Tell no one of your bouncing full orbs, shiny and clean
And I Natasha, a brood of strong pups, for you I will wean

She ate voraciously, all the seed he could glean
Sprung forth from the crop, of his robust, velveteen machine

His dream came true, as he watches her serene
Nurse a small son of blood-red fur, and eyes aquamarine

Strangers now come, tossing nuts and praline,
At the nutty and curious, Gorky Park scene