Michael,
How nice to see you at D & A
I wrote this during a sleepless night in Germany last week, then read it to my husband. He is now quite fearful for my sanity!
His response was, after a stunned silence, "...
bloody hell...!"
A Grate Knight Inn
I’ll put some lipstick on my hair
And paint my toenails with cologne,
Then watch my favourite ice-cream cone
With somebody who isn’t there.
I’ll iron a silk purse, put it on
So that my elbows match my knees,
Relaxing with a bunch of trees
Whom I’ll invite, and when they’ve gone
I’ll read a pizza till my head
Is nearly empty, then I’ll pour
Myself a glass of parquet floor
And drive my chest of drawers to bed,
Perchance to swim all night. What bliss!
(I don’t need cactus plants or mice
To have some fun - I’ve tried that twice).
No, nothing
quite compares with this.