Save Some Of That Grease You Do Not Eat
Did you plan to fill my nights,
With implanted enchantment?
With a pace...
Slowed in haste.
Did you picture me dazed,
Situated and elated...
With you as a mate?
That a kept faith,
Had brought and upon us fated?
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Don't wait,
For a chit chat debate.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Don't wait,
Or become so fascinated.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
You'd be better off if you fried,
Onions and liver.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Did you plan to fill my nights,
With implanted enchantment?
With a pace...
Slowed in haste.
Did you picture me dazed,
Situated and elated...
With you as a mate?
That kept faith had brought and fated?
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Don't wait,
For a chit chat debate.
Whatever it is,
You think will be delivered...
Save some of that grease you do not eat!
Whatever it is,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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