Does anyone know was Joseph Rashe?
Would
you like to see Stacey Dash?
Does
anyone think is Howard Stern?
Does
anyone know did Gabriel Byrne?
Does anyone know was Joseph Rashe?
Would
you like to see Stacey Dash?
Does
anyone think is Howard Stern?
Does
anyone know did Gabriel Byrne?
There are many
Phobias
and fears
Causing
consternation
Jitters
or tears
Like
agoraphobia
Fear
of open spaces
Parks
and fields
And
public places
They
are by definition
Irrational
by nature
Fear
of things
Causing
discomfiture
Angora
phobia is
If
I know no better
The
irrational fear
Of
a Mohair sweater
On the islands of Greece
And
on the coast of Spain
In
the pubs and clubs
Brawling
Brits are back again
But
not the young and brainless
Of
that I have no doubts
But
the silver haired faction
The
affluent oldies or Saga louts
My wife caught me looking
At
a lovely young woman today
A
gorgeous young slip of a thing
And
I did get an earful? I’ll say
So,
I replied to her calm, as you like
“I
can admire a shiny car on display
But
it doesn’t mean that I intend
I’m in a busy lay by
On
a busy road
Vehicles
come and go
Lorries
for a rest break
Car
drivers stretch legs
Or
have a smoke
Maybe
use the phone.
There’s
one now
He’s
walking my way
I
hope he doesn’t want directions
He’s
closer now
He
smiles warmly
Which
is a little worrying
A
woman appears in my vision
Peripherally
They
embrace
In
a business-like way
And
walk towards his car
She
isn’t dress for business
Not
that kind anyway
Funny
business, maybe
In
the car they kiss again
With
passion this time
Both
playing away, obviously
They
disengage themselves
And
drive away
To
continue their passions
Elsewhere,
obviously
Her
car is behind me somewhere
Left
empty and abandoned
Until
their passion is spent
Ahead
of me somewhere
I
can see another car sitting empty
Another
story of lust and betrayal
Or
mechanical breakdown
As
for me
I’m
waiting to meet my brother’s wife
It’s
a funny business
Gnats as big as Bats
Bats
as big as Rats
Rats
as big as Cats
Fleas
as big as Bees
Bees
that eat the Trees
Trees
that eat the Cheese
Fly’s
that eat pork Pies
Pies
that wear bow Ties
Ties
that tell you Lies
I
see with eyes blinking
Things
to get me thinking
God
I must stop drinking
When women break wind
The
smell isn’t offensive to noses
Their
farts smell more, they claim
Of
lavender or roses