Ode to Tim
Tim, you know how much I adore you.
You know I simply can't ignore you.
I'd never accuse you of being gay
Though I know for my sake you sometimes act that way.
I know, you know, you've so aptly developed the art
Of playing in front of me the tart
And never desist
For I cannot, will not resist
The charms of your body and essence.
'Tim, nice, but dim', far from it.
"Tim, nice butt...!" you said it and meant it.
And who am I to disagree,
I who seek your favours so free,
Craving your sixpack, the one that I lack?
Admiring your packet when you pose as The Thinker for me?
You little tart, you set out to win my heart.
You grew up the lush that in my rush
I wanted to own just for me.
The Lord blessed you so much
With gifts of kindness and such,
Good looks, a body I'd more than willingly touch
From sparkling hair to bridling crutch.
Just let me into your life.
Copyright 2002 N Fourbois, to whom comments can be sent.
