Mr. Resistor Poem by Wojja Fink

Oh Mr Resistor I wish I’d not seen her
Your sister all wrapped up in fur
I’m not from the east
I’m going to get fleeced
She’s demanding some incense and myrrh.


Oh Mr Resistor I wish I’d not kissed her
Your sister so young and so sweet
I’m head over heels I’ can’t eat my meals
And your mothers put chains round my feet.

Oh what shall I do please tell me true
Shall I write her a poem or a song
Send her some flowers and count by the hours
I can’t wait by the phone for so long.

Please tell me please I don’t feel at ease
My hormones are all in a spin
Is it a dream or some kind of scheme
This boy can’t possibly win.

Oh Mr Resistor I wish I’d not kissed her
Your sister I saw in dream
As I climb out of bed with thoughts in my head
Of breakfast with coffee ‘n cream.