PaulChasing Fon
May 7th 2007 23:18
Chasing Fon
'Feisty, come and play with us!'
My blokey best mate said.
'We're going out to drink and smoke -
We haven't been to bed.
Come right now, or if you like,
Join us later on.
'No way,' I thought, with secret smiles,
'I'm busy chasing Fon.'
'How old is she?' my father asked,
'This girl of which you speak.
Your Mum and I are quite concerned;
You've not been home all week.
A warning, boy, before you go:
Walk before you run,'
'I'm sorry, Dad, all due respect,
but this girl's name is Fon.'
We ate and drank and smoked and kissed
And talked and loved and slept
And woke and dressed and drove and strolled
And bought and watched and wept.
It's Sunday night and I'm still here
The weekend's almost gone.
And though we've covered lots of ground,
The chase has just begun.
I seem on track, I've not f*cked up
We've done some groovy things.
But I must take it easy, for
A boy waits in the wings.
She is so grand, I'm so beset
The pull is so damn strong
But caution is the watchword
If I'm to stay a long
Time with the lovely Fon.
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great poem, been there done that lolol
Sooo..what's with the sheep? lol
Great post...
Tkae care,
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