Hey Mate could you lend me a few extra Quid
I need to buy me someone to love me tonight
Me wife ran off with a much younger man than I
Leaving me here with pounds of wretched squalor__
The Chemist said he could prescribe me a therapeutic agent
but what I've got in mind would provide a befitting end
To the bloody pain in my heart I've been experiencing
She would be fourteen stones and not a pebble less
A Renaissance woman suitable for the King of any house__
With her hips as soft as down filled pillows
and her full red lips tasting of the sweetest honey
She'd wear me out and then lay me down to sleep a tad
beneath her more than ample bosoms___
I always knew I was born to die...it was never even in question....
But never in a thousand years would I have believed....
My death would be from loneliness___
O' how I miss my sweet and bonnie's #ass
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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