yodajazz
10-16-2006, 11:24 PM
GENTLEMAN! GENTLEMAN! When a lady exits, the proper thing to is to show her to the door.
Bye Arianna!
Arianna, Arianna, I wish you the best
I wish you success and happiness
These same things I want for myself
I also want it for everyone else
In your case, no argument you’re truly unique
You came on strong, can’t call you meek
Said what you felt, and didn’t hold back
You can’t help but stand out from the rest of the pack
But I’ll have to be honest and call you a sourpuss
Because with your smile, you rarely did shower us
I even thought about taking up a collection
To see if that would make you smile in our direction
I hate to see you go, because as time would have passed
I hope you’d slip up, and it would expose your ass
And if that happened, I’d just have to hit it
Then put a sign that said “yeah I did it!”
Instead I’ll send you off with a pat on the back
Then grab a quick feel, but I know I’ll be smacked
You may call me obscene, cause you think you’re a lady
But you know how the folk here are all just so shady
I can send you off in this special way
Cause you can’t be replaced, what more can I say
Except in the future as my life I’m pursuing
I’ll think of you now and then, and wonder how you’re doing
So bye, bye, baby, though we never had like that
I can say nothing more, so I’ll just tip you my hat
An original poem
For an original person
P.S. When I said “expose that ass” I meant if figuratively, not literally.
I’m a gentleman, damnit!
Bye Arianna!
Arianna, Arianna, I wish you the best
I wish you success and happiness
These same things I want for myself
I also want it for everyone else
In your case, no argument you’re truly unique
You came on strong, can’t call you meek
Said what you felt, and didn’t hold back
You can’t help but stand out from the rest of the pack
But I’ll have to be honest and call you a sourpuss
Because with your smile, you rarely did shower us
I even thought about taking up a collection
To see if that would make you smile in our direction
I hate to see you go, because as time would have passed
I hope you’d slip up, and it would expose your ass
And if that happened, I’d just have to hit it
Then put a sign that said “yeah I did it!”
Instead I’ll send you off with a pat on the back
Then grab a quick feel, but I know I’ll be smacked
You may call me obscene, cause you think you’re a lady
But you know how the folk here are all just so shady
I can send you off in this special way
Cause you can’t be replaced, what more can I say
Except in the future as my life I’m pursuing
I’ll think of you now and then, and wonder how you’re doing
So bye, bye, baby, though we never had like that
I can say nothing more, so I’ll just tip you my hat
An original poem
For an original person
P.S. When I said “expose that ass” I meant if figuratively, not literally.
I’m a gentleman, damnit!