1. Love
We are a strange couple
Who for each other care
And our love is supple
As freshly washed hair
We seem so far away
Knowing that in our souls
It’s hard to find a way
Before our fates bell tolls
To be so very close
And never at all near
Could be a test from one
Who hold true love so dear?
How can new love have birth?
If we don’t try to find
A place, for us on earth
To join our hands and mind
In times wise, magic grace
Give us what we long for
With wishes hope and space
Joy as one ever more
| 2. PING
Oh Lord!
My internal bio-incubator alarm went off
Quick I need a man with awesome jeans
Denim, Wrangler Levi’s, no such basic stuff
What I need is hot, no seams, spelt Genes
What shall I do? I just need one good screw
Hey you!, look out there, he, looks mighty fast
Let me run to the window for a better view
Let me check my list, to see if he’ll do at last
Oh yes it seems everything’s on my list, Genes!
Now all I have to do is run, get there very fast
And I hope, to have some fun to, by all means
Lets hope he’s Man, out in front, but comes last
I skirted, flirted and got him in quite good state
Now all I have to do is tie down this good man
His Mom’s told my Mom he’s mine, on a plate!
Wow everything is going to my so careful plan
I look now for proof of future fun and I so plead
But I think his Mom told him it’s for tea to stir
As much as I offer, lay for him to, do the deed!
I shout, he limps away, with fist, to have an affair
Caustic minded now, I stressing, what did Mom say?
Did she say I’ll shout if you do play with it, Atcha!
Or when you asked about this thing, sometimes stiff
Did she say its just too much starch in your Katcha
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