A Freudian slip,
What you should have said,
But where thinking otherwise,
Some would call it lies,
White ones, recessed in the psyche,
Deep and wonderfully true ,
Putting foot in right instead of left shoe,
Or putting foot in mouth,
Or whatever dances in your head,
Instead of, put on your dancing shoes instead,
Naked do I see thee dance,
And so forgive me, in my trance,
I said, or was going to say,
But this trance let my tongue astray,
A thousand pardons my dear friend,
I’m embarrassed to no end,
As I said I had this vision,
A pole you were holding in your hand,
Precariously on this rope you stand,
Cross dressing, I mean crossing over,
Over all this wild and raging sea,
To the cliffs of Dover,
Forgive me my dear stud,
I shall nip this drinking in the butt,
And speak and think more clearly then I hope,
When I stop to smoke this dope,
Hello there, now I said it,
It’s off my chest,
Whatever it was,
You know, I wish you all the best.©31/08/2009
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