OUT CHECK A GIRL
The checkout girl,
how beautiful is she,
I want her body
close to me.
The queue shortens
and she nears
while the ring of the till
is music to my ears.
The checkout girl
leaves me in no doubt,
I check over her lovely form
but she checks me out.
CINDERELLA'S STORY
The fact she is on the dole
won't bring this cinders down,
she shall go to the ball
and will wear a borrowed gown.
The disco lights shall shine,
she will twirl, twirl, flop,
high on cheap red wine
from the street corner shop.
How she shall dance,
how she will sing,
seek a little romance,
make the world look like a pumpkin.
YES-TO-A-HOOK-HANDED-CAPTAIN-EVERYBODY-
ROCKS, EVEN-WENDY-AND-PETER-PAN
Just like a wild-sea, the whole joint rocks.
Put a further piece-of-eight, Johnny, in the jukebox.
Jive kid, jive; go on rocking-round-the-clock.
The captain Hook sings-out "See you later croc!!"
Peter and Wendy are far up-in-the-air.
All are having a good-time here and - yes - over there.
YES-DIRTY-DRUNK-DUO-NOW-CALL-US-BOTH
We-shared-the-bath,
we-shared-a-laugh,
we-shared-a-drink-or-two.
Can-I-take-it-seriously
when-you-say-to-me
"You're-drunk-and-dirty-too" ?!!
YES-A-DAMN-NOISY-DING-DONG'S-BELL
I'm the peaceful poet
but you are the town-crier.
Hear me, yes hear me,
you're a big-mouth and a liar.
Your tongue's a bell-clapper.
You think you know it all.
And so off you sound.
You're not really on-the-ball.
YES-DAMN-COOL-JACKSON-FIVE-JIVER-
WAS-A-VERY-PRETTY-TEASING-JAPANESE-LADY
Upon my poet's word,
the girl was a mocking-bird.
Mocked him the night-long.
A lovely Japanese,
he was weak at the knees
while his heart beat strong.
Served the drinks she
and drank them he
till the bottles had all gone.
"You have Jack, some five,"
She whispered and began to jive
"you want me put on song?"
The man felt himself blush.
"You now the Royal-flush."
The card-game was going wrong.
To rise he wasn't able,
so he slipped under the table,
thanking God the night was done.
LASTS-EVEN-NOT-LOVE-FOREVER-FIND
In the sunny but quite-breezy weather
we'd go fly our kites together.
When surely under-the-weather
we'd share a blue-light together.
Tos-and-then-fros, highs-and-then-lows.
Not even love, girl, lasts forever.
A TRULY-MORBID-TALE-WELL-YES
From-great-heights-fall
to sink so low,
he-scratches-his-hand
by-the-open-window.
His girl, she will
not call today,
with-himself-he-is
left-alone-to-play.
His-room's-too-small
a cat to swing,
he will focus on
the-tiniest-thing.
The world outside
has-ceased-to-flow,
dark-thoughts-spring-up
from down below.
He'll kill himself,
but-kill-himself-slow.
Treat himself to
a-real-horror-show.
YES-A-YOUNG-MAN'S-HOT-MUSIC-
TURNED-OUT-THE-COLD-GIRLS
Yes the youth lived for music,
would take a girl home at night,
put a hot record on the player
and then turn-off-the-light.
When the music was over
and the light was on again
he'd find the girl had gone,
often in the cold falling rain.
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