In the mansion of my heart
there are many rooms.
Ones I visit often
and those which need a broom.

Oh, how I have searched
for something I misplaced.
I hope I didn't throw it,
away in the fireplace.

I put it up to save it
for someone I can trust.
It's far too precious to waste
on primitive carnal lust.

Did I place it on a shelf?
Or put it in a box?
Is it out there in the shed,
underneath a hundred locks?