i'm going to be the smiley old man
who shakes everybodies hand after Fajr
who shakes everybodies hand after Fajr
and i'l sit in the park
with my purple frock sweetheart
and we'l hold each other
tight tight tight
like the young lovers do
and maybe if i'm lucky
i'l grab her boob
and we'l hold each other
tight tight tight
like the young lovers do
and maybe if i'm lucky
i'l grab her boob
Rofl!
ReplyDeletelol. This is such a sweet poem.
ReplyDelete*applause*
ReplyDeleteThanks :D
ReplyDeletenow i just need to find my purple dress, red hat wearing sweetheart :)
i found mine. its a kind of magic.
ReplyDeletetheres a jenny joseph reference in there ;)
ReplyDeletei can reveal that now as this post is no more on the main page
to spend your money on satin candles when you've no butter. and slippers in the rain.
ReplyDeleteits nearly an ode made for me