Fruits of the Labour

FRUITS OF THE LABOUR
He knows every nooks and crannies where Damsels live.
By a mere sight, his "Ajato" stands taller.
A smart "Ajato", only in the trousers and in the rooms.

Every night he sneaks around like a home cat after her prey.
You do not only sight but also perceive the aroma of every little "chikito".
What you sow, would you not also reap?

Every work has its pay and every labour, a wage.
Here it is, the wage of your constant " skelewu".
Such double rackets, oh rise to action.
What shall be each harvest?
A double in each or even triple!
Do not forget your regular whispers " I love you".
The hour has come, show your actions.
Never frown like a male Lion caught in a snare.
You've got your heart desires, be grateful.
Oh MR. THOMAS! how far have you prepared?
Diapers dealers greet you, oh a proposed customer.
The deeds have been done, no options, I guess but to face the reality!