It's safer to be
loved than to love, but not as
warm as returned love.
warm as returned love
soft as a gentle caress
two souls, one journey
niiiiiiiiiiice, Gravy
Two souls, one journey.
I walk by your side, dreaming,
you keep me standing.
you keep me standing
in the cold one more minute
you'll sleep on the couch
(je vous empris, ehBeth)
you'll sleep on the couch
underneath the moonlit sky
in our hideaway
in our hideaway
singing birds and whistling trees
made for lounge music
made for lounge music
draped across her piano
a fringed velvet shawl
a fringed velvet shawl
around an old woman's head
she sleeps in alleys
she sleeps in alleys
except during summer storms
when the rats are out
(didn't mean to kill the thread! Shall I remove my last haiku? or perhaps offer this one:
when the rats are out/
let's sneak in their homes and nests/
turn-round is fair play
)
Turn-round is fair play
So, you do your own laundry
And I'll go play golf
And I'll go play golf
Hole number three is toughest:
Windmill blocks my putt.
Windmill blocks my putt
This is a serious game
I'll be over par.
I'll be over par
You would win that bet for sure
Golf is not my game
Golf is not my game
uttered the plaid-panted man
watching his club fly
Watching his club fly
to Myrtle Beach in tartan
pants, he re-thought golf.
Pants? He re-thought golf
Since he looked awful in shorts
And his long pants scratched
and his long pants scratched
that maddening pesky itch
behind his kneecaps
behind his kneecaps
is a little spot to kiss
that just drives him wild
That just drives him wild!
Strawberries and pineapples,
together always.
