Thursday, 22 June 2017

Stroppy Insect...

... a little green one. He’s been hanging around my desk all evening, but he must have been attracted by my body heat.

A little green insect climbed onto my hand
And offered to dance with a bow
I said ‘would you like an old French sarabande
Or a Viennese waltz just for now?’

He said ‘I will take what the hell you can make
Of the music you’re listening to
And if you decline I will take it as sign
That you haven’t the hint of a clue’

He got blown off.

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