Parody of "The Passionate Shepherd To His Love"

This is my parody of "Passionate Shepherd To His Love" which I feel is as sexually convert as it gets.


Come jaunt with me and be my night,
and we shall book the runs played tight.
The fields, lines, scores, and roars,
heavy or fair breaths will adore.


And when we sit upon the bench,
watching the jocks spirit their wench;
by happy claps to whose falls,
young cheers give waterfalls.


And I will make the grass of soft,
for the threshold that few have crossed.
A slip of cap, and a block;
all leveled with no forces stocked.


A field goal lined with golden glow,
which from our limbs tethered in roll;
our pairs lined warmth shield the cold,
with contortions of the purest mold.


A belt of blitz and sheer chant,
with cradle catch and displayed Rembrandt.
And if these plays move thee right,
jaunt with me and be my night.


For the jocks spirit shall hoot and holler,
to thy delight a morning caller.
And if these plays move thee right,
come jaunt with me and be my night.


Actual poem is in the link below:


http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/passionate-shepherd-his-love