How do I love thee...
Hitachi! I stash thee in my drawer
Blessedly, thou the rechargeable kind
Procured at Curvy, beloved store
My affection for thee, us ever bind
Scarcely believe we met so late —
Though the Rabbit doth suffice
Twas you, Hitachi, who was my fate
I know you to be worth the price
Ostensibly used for muscle fatigue
We know that thou art so much more
The Bullet art thine entourage
Now lost, forgotten, ever more
Forever I will sing thy praise
For thou dost all who use amaze
Vibrations that create such pleasure
One must be cautious using thee
Thy clitoris is thine precious treasure
Most frightful, clitoral blood to see
Employment of lubricant a must
Or else, to use through underwear
One might find need to writhe or thrust
Be cautious thou doth pull no hair
Though thou shant replace my man
For he, evolved and dexterous be
I would you know you often can
With this no one can disagree
Most versatile vibrator I will thee call
For thou art the sex toy to rule them all
