Hand Cranking

On my cherry-go-round,
I will fuck your little sister
With her snow-white wings in my bottomless blue
Rocket-sifting through the place in which flowers should be
She is a monster, and I am a glider
Always in pleasant company
After every quiet victory
For every candy cane that she had taken,
She could have just drunk the milk instead
But she is a monster, and I am a glider
I will weave together a squirrel suit
And wear it to pretend to be a furry squirrel
Because that is truth to her
And her petite acorns just drive me nuts

And the first thing that comes to mind is:
I will fuck your little sister