short funny poem

to come so soon to this imagined dark
out of the deep and the dark
she limps with halting painful pace
stir
let us express our baser passions
do i like it
there is no flock, however watched and tended
in mournful numbers
the fragrance came
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
uplifting, as the wind blew
into the silent land
for these white arms about my neck