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The World is but a Stage

Contributed by norm on Friday, 30th January 2004 @ 11:27:03 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

I see you're sitting all alone,
Waiting for a vacant phone,
Looks like you are gonna cry,
Unless you get a yummy guy.

I'm married but I'll help you out,
Have some beer or have some stout,
My wife and I are on the fritz,
She's like a cat who's picking nits.

There's naught I do, she's not ayell,
At little me but what the hell,
She's no blossom, makes mistakes,
Breaks the teeth on garden rakes.

Causes dew to drown a bud,
round about she slings the mud,
Sterling silver ain't her shine,
Caught her many time alyin'

If you want a fella round,
Tap my leg and see it's sound,
Let's depart this crumby bar
We'll ride about in my red car.

If you feel a little gay,
Seems I like my gals that way,
I'm not here to give a test,
Do the thing that you do best.

You know, the funny thing is, dear,
You look quite good when you are near,
You look a lot like my sweet mate,
Mistake, for me to make, I'd hate.

HoHo, HaHa, if I ain't dumb,
You are my wife, well, strike me numb,
Let's go home and we'll not stray,
We'll play this game again, some day.

Copyright © norm ... [ 2004-01-30 11:27:03]
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Re: The World is but a Stage (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 31st January 2004 @ 04:20:10 AM AEST
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HaHaHaHoHOHo! you could have fooled me!
Who did you think you were sitting with under the tree?
Either you've been drinking too much, or perhaps you need some new glasses.......this is a really funny poem...for dumb lads and lasses!
Did you renew the excitement? What did it do for you mate?
You funny ole Norm You!
consue
I loved the write too!

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