I wanted to call…
But the time was quite late,
Did not want to incur your fate,
I would have loved to speak to you, dear heart,
But it was all I could do at that late hour to fart…
You were on my mind,
I really wanted to call,
But the time I could not find,
More cheese I should eat,
My intestines then would be in a bind…
What the hell is this all about?
Am I speaking of a phone call,
Or do I of the loo again tout?
Hell if I know, as I misunderstand myself,
I only try to you all, enthrall…
© ed ~ 7/30/05
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You're asking us??? It's an Eddie M extravaganza, with 3 or more themes, silly!
Few, if any, poets can tackle 'stream of consciousness' and be readable... OR... perhaps, I'm just used to your style(S)... I thought it was quirky, a lovely thing, I'd say. Carry on... katy xox
Me being a dummy in tha engleechword from over tha seas...I might be misunderstood for a dog anyways......lol....woof!!
Love Tinka ;p
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Then you should have followed your instincts, and called me!