Well, I was gettin tired
of her endless chatter.
I paid the Man at the door
and pushed my way in.
I knew some whare amidst
all this distraction,
I could get down to the
main attraction.
Well, she was fighting
she had a long neck
bottle. A little less
talk and a lot more
action. A lot more
lovin, with a little
less talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like Mary Nagy, I used to really enjoy that song of which you included a snippet, but don't you think it's close enough to the original that you should worry about getting sued for copyright infraction? Enjoyed reading it, however. You might like my poems COUNTRY CROONERS and I WANT TO SING WITH WILLIE.