Kiss with tryst is an OK rhyme
But kiss with Chris is better
And if you keep away from slime
You could be a new trend setter
Then next of kin would sport big grins
And tryst with Chris despite his sins
Of searching here and searching there
To find his hiss – no place was spared.
He tracked it down and buried it
And now he needn’t smell of
Deodorant and other stuff
Because he’s mentioned drains enough.
But that’s a shame - I laughed to read
About you being as thin as a reed
And how you might fall through the grid
They put on drains to form the lid.
I laughed so much, that some might say
I laughed like a drain, in a kind of way
So drains and sewage have their place
But not, of you please, upon the face -
But, it’s not a sound or look that pleases
And can result sometimes in sneezes
So don’t abandon drains altogether
They can tickle the wit, as with a feather
To cause a smile in stormy weather.
The image you see in your mirror is odd
If I look in mine, I see some bod
That isn’t me at all - it’s true!
There’s someone there, completely new
That’s why I avoid them like the plague
‘Cos former looks and beauty fade
And now some other image stares
Back at me, and then it glares:
“Who are you! And what have you done
With Carol, who always was the one,
To reflect in me a vision splendid?
But now it seems, that story’s ended
Now some old crone has took her place-
How dare you come and steal her face!”
One good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain - Bob Marley
