On A String Covered Ottoman
Mistaken for a crayfish
Misshapen like a gnome
10:30 at the latest
Time to leave for home
Time to put the kettle on
We'll have some herbal tea
And settle by the telephone
To await the call that he
Promised when we parted
Just ten days ago
I wish I hadn't tarted
Up like some old ho'
I never should have gone there
But whadya gonna do
I had to string along where
The Reeperbahn's in view
I had to make one last try
As me - not as Kabuki
I'm not even Samurai
How could he think me kooky?
(And, yes, I'm a transvestite)
But call me crayfish? - that ain't right!
Contributors: | loaf, Beefy, Grayman, Roland, Big Andy, Karin, F, Anon., Kansas Sam, TG. |
Poem finished: | 3rd January 2004 by Anon.. |