#8
How could any woman love me
After all the things I've done
My wife won't even forgive me
She is having to much fun
Could you find it within your heart
To give this poet a chance
And just maybe you and I could
Exchange one another's pants
I'm not quite sure what all this means
Does anyone have a clue
Just bring some scissors and paper
And I'll bring the super glue
We can make our selves a collage
Where all of the colors blend
Then we will no longer have to
Jest be simple pals or friends
P.s. If I had an olive orchard
I'll tell you what I would do
I'd search for one perfect olive
Or maybe even a few
Then I would prepare them with love
To share between me and you
Tommy2Souls 7/11/2002
P.p.s.s. They would probably go good with
An extra dry martini
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