Best is always yet to come
Cats In The Cradle...Harry Chapin
A libidinous lass from Fort Lauderdale
Had a girlfriend but secretly adored a male
She had to decide to lick or ride
Roses are red
Such a gallant offer
But as you might guess
I’m not gonna bovver
Though Captain Thundercock
May be on the rise
It’s not for him
That I open my thighs
So with your sock in hand
To catch any spray
It’s not with him
I wish to play
On second thoughts
If the girls have vanished
I’m gonna horny
Now I’ve been banished
So don’t give up hope
I know where you reside
If my needs get urgent
On your cock I may slide
Unfortunately falling in love is never easy
Often such questions are ignored
Got to Get You Into My Life- Beatles
Cotton
Blinds open or closed
Under the Moon of Love....in my pants...Showaddywaddy
Roses are red
I’ve been left out
Gonna sit in the corner
With just a sad pout
Discarded for Paige
But I understand why
She is more than just hot
Please don’t watch me cry
Left on the shelf
Poor sad me
These rhymes have been fun
But now I only have tea
Life is a bitch
And then you die
Before I go I will have
Some nice apple pie
I bid you farewell
You ladies of Roses
Thanks for the humour
I now know what prose is
Under the Moon of Love -Showaddywaddy
Who knows? Ask the driver maybe ?
The Lush guys are true gentlemen,
Though it seems few of them are genuine
Have to kiss alotta frogs
In this quagmire of hogs
Meagre but still worth having