One day
To my dismay
He said he was gay
That I was not a good lay
And he left before May
So I say
Why do I have to pay
For a man who fancies Michael Fay
So I stopped looking his way
10.16.2005
10.06.2005
Saturday, December 27, 2003
As I breathe my last sigh,
Not knowing where to hide,
I pray that my last vine,
does not twine,
I say to the swine,
go get me some wine,
and boy did he find,
the best brew that tasted so fine,
I am at the end of the line,
on the grass I sat and dine,
on my last grime,
and you shall hear no more rhyme
Not knowing where to hide,
I pray that my last vine,
does not twine,
I say to the swine,
go get me some wine,
and boy did he find,
the best brew that tasted so fine,
I am at the end of the line,
on the grass I sat and dine,
on my last grime,
and you shall hear no more rhyme