The other misty day
You were staring at me
My lady fair
Wit is my legacy
Excuse me oh lonely one
For lying with dis – ease
Can you explain to me
Why it’s so tough to please
What does it matter
If he can’t glance with ease
The lady kept insisting
That life is a lease
They tried in their honeymoon
To grope the other black and blue
The sweet stench of sickening fluids
Cock – a – doodle doo
A little difficult to put forward
The thesis of the soul
For creation looks so forward to
The hope of an ugly hole
I longed to wonder
Why it wouldn’t ring
If pigs could really fly
Couldn’t telephones sing
If Freud is to be believed
I lack a sense of humour
The death of my only father
Won’t stop being a rumour
There is something about pain
Illustrations of reality
Trying hard and harder still
To be a little witty
Did you know I have to ride
Steadily up the hill
Maybe you can slowly touch me
And then try to foot my bill
The lady was making the point
That she liked my innerwear
She chose to flatly ignore
My unusual lack of flair
There was a choice to sing
About a wolf and a talking bird
I let the food fall to the floor
It was bread and
staling curd
I’m not thinking of the wind
Nor is sex on my mind
Years wasted in lethargy
Seems no way to rewind
Just black paint on the canvas
And red paint on the floor
It may not mean anything
She insisted on closing the door
The trees waving in the wind
The insistent sun turning shy
When was the last moment?
A lass wished me high
The field was complete with green
My heart was a twitching grey
The wind longed to be tender
Silent with something to say
What is sweeter than sweet
What is mightier than might
Say Oh Father say
Give me leave tonight
If I could pluck out my pride
Yet and maybe I would
Thouest clad in white
Dreaming that I could
Knowing the abyss of pain
I’ve strode desperately so
Holding Thy hand in mine
Thought I ought to let Thee know
As I take my final leave
May I pray to Thee so
That my heart may be tender
May love trespass my ego
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