T'was a warm spring day,
The flowers were bathing in the sun,
And you could tell that summer was at bay,
Already all winter's chills were dead and gone.

Indeed it was one of those days to be in the park,
Mayhap pick a good book and lay on a bench,
Hear the doves call and scatter as the dogs bark,
But as it were, it was the day to drink in the beauty of a
wench.

And so, there was this fellow, still in his youngs -
Watching a young lady from his spot on the grass,
Now, he was on it, alright, and it was in his lungs,
Possibly being the cause of the haze in which he was.

In this haze there were angel and devil by his head,
Small and floating and giving advice,
He listened carefully to every word that they said,
Thinking how they both looked so smart and so wise.

"Oh shiny curls, look how they spread the light,"
Spoke the angel, in praise of the wench's hair,
"What wouldn't I give to be forever in its sight!"
And truly, his remark was nothing but fair.

"Oh shiny curls, look at how they spread the light,"
Mocked the devil, rolling his eyes in depair,
"Don't delude yourself, that is blond as day is night"
And perhaps truth was on his side, as it were.

"Those green eyes, like emeralds they glow,
Those crimson lips - rubies made flesh,
And that white skin, that so reminds me of snow,
Snow that even as summer arrives remains fresh."

"Hold for a second, old angel, your anatomy class,
And allow me to have my say on this here piece of ass.
Well, her rear is not bad, but it's the bosom I like best,
Those breasts that I want in my hands or pressed under my
chest!"

"You should learn to hold your horses, you horny beast,
For yonder sweetheart wouldn't spare a glance in your
direction,
Have your best shot - she still wouldn't know you exist,
Not you, your lustful heart or your happy erection."

"I shall hold my horses, my dear black horses of hell,
And if you desire, I'll hold some sheep for you as well,
Or would you prefer a chicken, or perhaps a cock?
I really don't mean to pry, but I think it's sick, the old
sock."

"I'll take anyone of your fathers that you will,
I'll even open for them a zoo,
Only replace that monkey, whether it's dead or just ill,
As I think I am getting already of you."

"Satan almighty, I found me an angel that bites!
Well, I hope he's prepared his last rites,
For my teeth are sharper than his -
I shall do him, and then I shall do the young miss."

"You will know neither me nor the fair dame,
Rest assured that I do not worry.
Better crawl back to the inferno wherefrom you came,
And that shall be the end of this story."

"Oh, don't concern yourself, the end I shall write,
But I'm afraid first there's an angel to smite,
Then take his remains and stuff 'em in the muck,
And finally I shall... Hey, what the fuck?!"

At which point the young gent awoke from his dream,
And seeing that the day was growing old,
That it was getting colder and the wind getting mean,
He went away to other matters, and this story is told.