Sitting here, in my dressing gown
I frown
At the dull sky.
Perhaps there is nothing to say
On this rainy winter’s day.
Sitting here, in my dressing gown
I frown
At the dull sky.
Perhaps there is nothing to say
On this rainy winter’s day.
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Heels clack
Summoned by one
Who is too far gone
To turn back.
I know a young lady named Spink
Who’s skirt is short and pink.
When we met in a club
Called the Back Rub
She gave me a knowing wink …
Lust as short
As her skirt.
Time can not be caught,
But the fool continues to hold
That with gold
Love can be bought.
I noticed people disappeared,
When but a little child–
Supposed they visited remote,
Or settled regions wild.
Now know I they both visited
And settled regions wild,
But did because they died–a fact
Withheld the little child!
A naughty young lady called Leigh
Tied me up at 3.
When the clock struck 4
I called out for more
But it was time for tea …
I like the dark.
He is my friend
And I know
That I shall go
To him in the end.
When a single young lady called Moore
Went shopping in a store
She met a man named Dan
With a marriage plan.
They married in the church next door …
—
When a young Martian came down from Mars
In search of knickers and bras
She bought stockings too
And a high-heel shoe
Then she flew with her bags back to Mars …