Seasonal Sensational Love
Let me birth the child of tomorrow,
When the sunrises a bit differently, in the room facing the west the sun rise will be shown periscopically
The sun shall never set the whole night through,
through sieves of lasers twill be seen,
When spring arrives and flowers bud
the plants will be shown
on the wall screen,
There will be no TV to be seen
When summer comes,
Lovers shall sprout
There’ll be no married ones without a doubt.

Many gals and guys in the nude
Shall bask and perhaps may ask,
May I or shall we or forget all formality
Then there they shall lie
Till eternity till the autumn leaves
Cover their naked bodies.
Then perhaps snows will come,
As winter would have begun
Ah! In the covers of snow white,
remains of two souls will be undone
the seasonal changes of life
shall recycle
No need of a hubby, or a wife
The kids will be brought up as the state responsibility,
Disease will be taken care of
by euthanasia pills
But the burials will be as usual.