Thursday, March 29, 2007Malcolm
Jack and Michelle tried to stay in the shade,
With words and with tears all composed in her head.
Salt water flows from her sad pale blue eyes
This 'man' was called Malcolm, a species of louse.
For a new modern man full of manners and grace.
In the great armour they wore for this meeting
He happened to mention a woman he knows
Malcolm took Jack and Michelle to see her.
A warm, happy crowd gathered 'round her as she
Until he saw someone approaching the hill,
He lives life with passion and pays little heed
And endlessly beating about the thorn bush.
Without exception, he says what he means.
His comments go straight to the heart of the nub.
He once told a nun that his Nan could defeat her.
And all because this poor unfortunate nun
He makes fun of people who wear fancy clothes.
And often with people who out-stay their welcome,
To ease the discomfort of their endless chatter.
He once met a woman as she played her part
To which she reacted by hitting him with
He often regrets these unthought interjections,
His mouth often leads him to imminent fighting.
They temporarily took him away
The man with the beard stood up from his chair.
Both Jack and Michelle were well able to guess
He thanked her and left with a smile on his face.
So they called it quits. They put it to bed. |
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