Anyway if you do care, and uh, I think you do. A poem about me, would be just fine. I don't like the old poem, so please, a new one.
Do you know yet what you will call the poem?
Arnold Layne[/quote]
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Oden to Arnold! :luv1:
Dickery, dickery, dare,
The trousers blow in the air,
Two guys in brown,
Soon took them down,
From the washingline long,
Dickery, dickery song,
The lady lost her pantalong.
Hiddeli diddeli diddle,
And I will play my fiddle,
And it is a great riddle,
How you can stand all the jiddle,
When I compose my Sonatabriddle.
Hickori dickori dock,
The guys had to speed their pegplock
And to look at the clock,
Since it was almost two,
They had to go,
With their catch of greenblue trousseau.
There was a composer from Mödrath, (true)
That thought he had got some lovespatt
So great was his needs
For his boyfriend in Leeds,
That he fainted as soon he saw gnatgnatt.
That was all for today, Arnold... :luv1: :luv1: :luv1: