The “Nursery” Rhyme

Don’t you dare tease me, you don’t know what you’re getting into.
I may be an angel but I know I make you itch too.

Don’t pout your lips and never hold my hands.
There’s too much sexual tension I sure might start to run.

Don’t wink at me nor pinch my nose
I swear I can smell trouble wherever this thing goes.

Don’t be too touchy and hug me in the end
We might find each other yummy but I remember you call me friend.

This may sound wholesome, a nursery rhyme indeed.
But if we don’t take things slow, we might end up with a kid..