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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.18.50.7073]] |
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Now me and Mrs. Goose once come to this truce; her stories got my attention, Versed me in rhyme if I'd give her the time, but one thing I forgot to mention; See, attention span in men ain't a question of if, more when; a one track mind, Who needs train of thought if she give everything she got from front to behind? Oh, she tried to steer me but nothing could veer me, not even the classic tales, Even from a nursery bed corruptions ran through my head like sensuous gales. Something like this: Jack takes Jill and they go up a hill, fetchin' a pail of water, You let me have my say, me and the lady goin' away, ask if she got a daughter. Along come mean ol' spider decide to sit down beside her, poor little Miss Muffet, It's my shoe then arachnid glue, with my curd in her whey deep as I can stuff it. Big Bad Wolf work it good for Red Riding Hood; my, them some big'uns you got; Made a wonderous fur, custom designed for her; she takes it off when she's hot. Our innocence is stolen once cradle's rockin' and rollin'; it begins early for some, Search way back into youth to day I realized the truth doesn't take long to come. Say as you grow you mature; now be that as it were I think urges would subside, In my particular case I've indulged even more in the race to conquer then divide. Not for sport nor bravado; you see, I wanted each woman for me, can't say why, Whether you tsk it or task it, once fruit was in the basket my whet never ran dry. |