Harvest poem

Men of RAF and Navy,
bold and hench and daring come,
come and taste our fancy gravy,
lovers welcome gobblers come.
Time for all things! This for leisure.
Time for new things! That for pleasure.
Hum our fruity cherry tune.

High and low with one another,
young and young may join us come,
spoon to spoon on cock a rubber,
now your pubic hair-day come.
Well it is that fruity bubbles,
fully topped should get more cuddles,
on a guilty cherry tone.