Enough Said: The Undershirts Finally Arrived
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN!
Where did I put that bloody ham?
I've yet to find that Cornish Hen
I set it here...but then again
It might just be the medication
That I bought you at the station
Throb, throb, throb, throb, throb, throb, THROB
The heartbeat of my lover, Bob
Just before his coronary
In bed he was extraordinary
(Could it have been his little pills?)
Oh, how I miss the many thrills!
No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!
I will not sing 'sol la ti do'
I do not like that bloody ham
That's just the kind of guy I am
So take your ham and heart and song
And, like a dogie, git along
Contributors: | Evan, Beefy, Helen Owly, will h, Apsley, F. |
Poem finished: | 26th January 2005 by F. |