A poem I found on the net

BETWEEN BROWN THIGHS

This will make a grown man cry
This will make a proud man humble
A well spoken man mumble.
It lies in a tumble between brown thighs. It resembles a tangled mess of brairs and brumble.
It is the source of life and pleasureit lies
between brown thighs.
It has caused sighs and groans
It has caused moans and smiles
It makes a man stay a while it lays
between brown thighs.
It has been called poontang
It has been called sweet sticky thang.
It has been called *bleep* because it purrs like a cat when it is stroked.
It is my pleasure and my pain.
Because it lays between brown thighs.

~Anonymous