I like you very much and I am attracted to you
But something that I
have quite often thought
If you wouldn’t mind
my asking, is, are you chaste
And more importantly
have you ever been caught
I like you very much and I am attracted to you
But something that I
have quite often thought
If you wouldn’t mind
my asking, is, are you chaste
And more importantly
have you ever been caught
She is the most sugary sweet
Girl you could meet
In essence she is a
perfection
Of a confection
She is a sweet
sensation
She is a candy
creation
She is a delicious bon
bon
Need I really go on on
And to tell the honest
truth
I have the sweetest
tooth
And long to consume
In the quiet of her
room
This soft cantered
dream
Of peaches and cream
But like many a desire
That lights a man’s
fire
Come the appropriate
hour
The candy will turn
sour
When did the love die?
At what moment
Did love turn to odium
Was it that, once too
often
He smelt the stench
Of ardours odour upon
her
The smell of another
man
On her clothes,
On her skin
That made him snap
Making him commit
uxoricide
Snuffing out the life
Of his unfaithful wife
The Spanish maiden with the come-hither look
Resplendent with
curves shaped to arouse
A maiden possessing
that perfect combination
Of come to bed eyes
and a gaping blouse
She was gracefully slender
He was overweight so
not so
She was something of a
wit
He was not known for
his bon mot
She was an intelligent
beauty
He was not either
though
With absolutely
nothing in common
What attracted them I
don’t know
But caught on the
kitchen table
Going at it with Gusto
Were the unlikely
couple
Undoubtedly in
flagrante delicto
In those halcyon days at university
Our lively
intelligence or our esprit
Meant heads were
encouraged towards the noetic
But our hearts
gravitated to embrace the poetic
Our fecund, fertile
minds, proved greatly to suit
As our high-minded
imaginings bore great fruit
I’m now officially old
And the tell-tale
indicator
Is that I just heard
My favourite song in
the elevator