Ph: Passion: Do Sane People Have A Chance At Romance? Poem by Brian Johnston

How often have I asked myself this question
As I reflect upon my image in the mirror each fine morning
And wonder,
Who would want you, really want you
And wonder too if sanity might be an arrow in her quiver.
Or more likely, as seems certain, she is kin to Humpty Dumpty
A good egg perhaps but she’d have to be quite cracked
To ever be with me.

With two eggs you have an omelet,
Which is really not that filling
But with three eggs…….
Now you know why I’m alone.

Dreaming always dreaming
Our juices now are scrambled
If I could be a three egg omelet
I swear I’d never roam.

So pour me in some cream,
Sprinkle cheese to make me randy
And bacon bits to add some crunch
My God we’re cooking now,
Some golden onions fried just right
And peppers to add color,
A little salt, a little pepper
Things are really firming up…
Denver’s coming boys right now!

Yeee Haww Ladies!
Whew………..!
Do you gals take American Express! ?