Here's one of those poems that everyone knows a line of... or at least, the Ogg approximation of that poem.

    "LEISURE"

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

To stare at girls in deshabille,
Through holes in door designed for keys.

No time to see, through window glass
A lovely lady's curvy ass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Girls skinny-dip for your delight.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And feel a throbbing in your pants.

No time to wait till her mouth will
Enfold your tool and drink its fill.

A poor life this if, wan and pale,
We have no time to chase some tail.


Original by Wm Henry Davies.