Solicitude Is For Featherweight Fools
Please, my dear, take off your coat
And I'll turn down the lights
Upon your every word I'll dote
As on the Bill of Rights
When wise men come to cast their vote
Oh, my love, cast off your dress
And I'll turn down the quilt
It's far too loud and such a mess
And you're so badly-built
But I want you none the less
There ... it's done. Your taxi's here
I think you should be gone
And don't forget your clothes, my dear
They're too small for me to don
And I don't like Cashmere
Contributors: | F, N, Roland, Apsley, Big Andy, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 22nd November 2003 by Anon.. |