Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pot in the middle of the night
Because he needed to take a pee
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pot in the middle of the night
Because he needed to take a pee
Are you wearing cheese cloth?
Oh, and you
have the sandals there
It’s a very
nostalgic look, very New-Age
And you
have the excessive body hair
Apsaras are female spirits
Of the
clouds and waters
In Hindu
and Buddhist mythology
Celestial
nymphs and celestial maidens
They are
beautiful,
Supernatural
beings
Youthful
and elegant,
Dancing to
the music
Of the
Gandharvas,
In the
palaces of the gods,
Entertainers
and seducers
Of Gods and
men
Ethereal
beings
Who inhabit
the skies
When you’re on the pull
If you want
to break the ice
Say
something funny
Or say
something nice
Be
complimentary
Or just lie
in your endeavour
Be
devastatingly witty
Or say
something clever
“I’m a
Doctor, Dr Love
And you
know how they say
The skin is
the largest organ?
I love you by any measure
You might
wish to use
But I don’t
know how to express
The way I
feel about you
And the
affect you have on me
So, I hope
this gives you a clue
If they
made a sport of loveliness
You would
be the championess
Would you like a home cooked meal?
And perhaps a good bottle of wine?
Good I phoned your mother
Happy Birthday, mother dear
May all your wishes come true this year
Apart from
the one I will not grant
That one
that involves me being pregnant