[W T Clark]

Originally Posted by Yves S L

In all my dreams I see the face of Elvis,
when he was pretty as a girl. O Elvis,
why did you have to age? A song by Elvis
is always playing in my head, since Elvis
first came into my life—my blue-eyed Elvis.
I tried to sing just like my idol Elvis,
but soon was told I sound not much like Elvis.
I paid for surgeries to look like Elvis,
but soon was told I look too much like Elvis.

I take my wife to bed, dressed up as Elvis,
and pleasure her with hips that move like Elvis.
She soon cries out the lovely name of Elvis.
During all this she wears a mask of Elvis.
I weep when she takes off the mask of Elvis,
the act implicitly insulting Elvis.

If only this had been a year ago. I would have asked for it for LM. If only...

[Yves S L]

Cameron,

And I would forever be known as the poet who wrote the Elvis sonnet.

[Yves S L]

Hello all,

So I have had fun adding more lines.

Cameron,

So the balance between the riffs will not be just until I have gathered all the pieces. At this stage, we have drafts and more drafts.