Horny

Horny?
Like the brass section in Beethoven’s symphony no. 9
My trumpet yearns for your lips
To blow out sweet melodies
Slide along with my trombone and break out the band
We’re celebrating tonight’s masterpiece

Horny?
Like a water buffalo
Let me stand in your wetlands
Protect and dominate 
Large and majestic my horns
Ride me and we’ll explore

Horny?
Like a car stuck on the highway
A Bugatti full of luxury 
Sit inside feel the soft leather molded seats
Touch the horn let the world know
You are here and ready to go

Horny?
Me? Don’t let these little things deceive you
I’m an angel in disguise. 
These little projections, protrude 
But that doesn’t make me a devil 
No, that’s just my smile

Horny? You could say that. 
But I don’t like to toot my own horn.

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This was from a dVerse prompt that I did (Horny?) but forgot that the prompt was for a 44 word poem. So instead I present it here. 😁

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