Object-Orented-Living

[enter Wayne, and Cathie]

Wayne nervously advanced toward the bench where Cathie waited for him. He had planned this all day, and he still wasn't sure he had got it right.

Cathie smiled as she saw him but Wayne did not sit on the bench beside her. Instead he got on one knee in front of her and taking a small black box from his pocket Wayne began to speak:

Cathie, cooler than a desert
And yet far hotter than any expert
With the sweetest golden hair
Outshining the very sun's stare
Ripe firm welcoming breasts
To comfort me when I need a rest
Shining large magnificent eyes
More beautiful than any jewel seen on land, sea, or sky!
And lips a perfect wholesome red
That I would not fail to take to bed
A body perfect for mingling with mine
That could produce many heirs for our line
Oh fine, graceful creature
There are none to match your glorious features
Come be my sex object
I'll always provide and protect
For you, and our line
That it may stand the test of time!