My body and my brain, change again and again,
as I leave the sea, to stand on firm terrain.
My heart is beating fast, something was amiss.
where is my bonnie lass, to give me Ae fond kiss
Oh what a terrible wait, I had on that very first date.
I wondered what she looked like, hoping for a peach.
thinking, is she getting changed?
or just being re-arranged.
as I stood there, still changing on the beach.
It felt like 60 million years I waited
& as each mutant passed,
I hoped they WERENT my lass.
Where was she, didn't she realise, that mankind's future lay,
in her appointment with some weirdo and it better be today.
But suppose we weren't suited, in age sex or form,
I couldn't wait 12 million years, for miss right to come along.
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