Your Poetry Dot Com - It's not what you do, it's the way that you do it

I was surfing and cruising, perusing the net
with no predilectory aim,
and stumbled by chance on some gen that would get
into ''Loving with style's'' hall of fame.

Did you know that the flat worm's a swashbuckling blade,
the platyhelminth's Errol Flynn?
He duels for a damsel - his manhood's his trade
to swordplay with rivals, and win.
Squid are Olympians of boundless amour
and 24/7's the norm.
To the surface for tiffin, but lustful for more
they dive to the depths to perform.
A porcupine coupling requires some discretion,
in season this spiny's no slouch.
He sings to his lover to lift her repression,
then it's belly-to-belly - or OUCH!

If Reincarnation's a definite cert
then flat worm would not be my option;
a down-to-earth damsel's a dangerous flirt
so I'd painlessly plump for adoption.
A porcupine crooning - now that is called style,
but Zilch if he's got laryngitis!
For me it's the squid with his permanent smile
and the vast ocean blue with his Isis.

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