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]
You want some poem, Arnold! And who am I to deny you that, Arnold? Every love needs poems with violins and sopranosaxophones, so this is for you, Arnold, and I am sure you can "think" the backgroundmusic, Arnold. Sorry I write about our little "hobby", but cross my heart, it is the last time.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:
So what is this? 
Don't you think it is enough with ONE washinglinesrobber here? Do you collect Cloth-pegs too?
What a dilemma you put me in, Arnolds, and it is not some Gordian Knot I can unloose by chopping heads. I don't like blood you see, I am a German.