Body to body talk

Body to body talk

Nigh, curse the eyes,
A nubile came on sight.
And the mind got excited
And began to plot,
Amour, bill and coo and the lot.
"But’ Mind,’ you can't do that," said the body.

“If I can’t, you can!" Mind retorted.
”No I can’t, for a start I lack the looks,

And that as it is, in the free for all market for beauty

But most of all the financial clout,

To tout my person just about
and trip over the damsel and make her swallow her pride.

Sorry mind, I can’t be of any use in this plot,
To help you nourish dream come true insatiable appetite."

"Help is at hand," said the mouth
If you two, could bring me to the damsel close.
I can conjure up my proven tricks
And made the damsel's heart tick."

”Poppycock, Mouth talk!

I know you are popinjay

You talk of fixing Lamoure

When things go rough, hit the trough,

And began to stare

You retreat into your shell,

Living the rest to the mercy of the ploughshare.
Don't you learn from your past mistakes,
When you blabbered dangerous politics,
we all landed in the dungeon,
Hands shackled and constantly beaten?”
Riposted irritated skeleton.