An English Girl for Me (poem) by +Steven Curtis Lance on AuthorsDen

An English Girl for Me
by +Steven Curtis Lance → (All Poetry by +Steven Curtis Lance)
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"I've got your 'geschmacklos' I've got it right here / Take along some raspberries and a Bronx cheer"

An English Girl for Me a silly song for Chanti I sing of an English girl whom I know Who doesn't consider me common nor low Who never says I'm "geschmacklos" and so To hell with those cruel continentals Who never understood the fundamentals Of decency especially to me An English girl for me and wouldn't you agree That the ability to laugh is half the battle? Nor have her people ever treated mine like cattle But all that's in the past I suppose they would say Except they keep treating me like that today I've got your "geschmacklos" I've got it right here Take along some raspberries and a Bronx cheer I may be a mongrel but mongrels can bite And I might be mixed-up but part of me's right My father's English after all and I'd a damn sight Rather not bother with people who look down on me Are cross and bossy whether here or across the sea +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMV

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on March 7, 2005

Great tribute to a wonderful poet in the den. Good for both of you.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

I think an English country garden is set to burst forth in full bloom.
;)Ch'erie

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on March 6, 2005

I rather like the English and found many good friends among them. Some are like roses and others well do have a few thorns but an English rose is still sweet smelling. A very cheery poem here.

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Dear Stevie,
Imagine my shock when I discovered that you had written a poem for me and have posted my picture up? This is a first for me. You've become a dear friend and I'm glad that we've been able to share laughs even through this most painful period in your life. At least you have not lost your sense of humour. It's strange because you call me the English girl but you sound so English yourself on the phone. I've enjoyed our chats so much as I have your poem. I hope people don't get the wrong idea about us though and think that we are anything more than good friends. Thanks again for the laughs. Keep on smiling Stevie. The darkness will pass.
Love Chanti