Andrew Rimmer


Furry Fun Holes

An inauspicious beginning for the star struck five,
As is the usual wont for a fledgling rock'n roll band,
The clichéd room above a depressing dingy dive,
Hidden in town next to the worn-out old Grand,
Celebrating and sating the nascent adolescent sex drive.

First success came nearly as quick as they did,
Well sort of: a little name notoriety never misses;
Spots, glasses and thunder thighs, yes god forbid

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