A fascinating evening
by cricketjeff on October 31, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Listening to your every word
You ought to bore for pay
Everything you’ve said I’ve heard
I wish you’d go away
I love to sit and chat with you
While needling my eyes
I love to hear of all you do
Or eating my own thighs
That’s such a witty tale you tell
It’s wittier than death
And don’t you tell it “oh so well”
How long can I hold my breath!
I wish I could stay here with you
I wish I’d boiled my head
But there must be things you have to do
Like talking to the dead
You really think that that is so?
That proves you are a fool
Then tomorrow I shall have a go
At drowning in a pool
Ah look it’s time to sit and eat
Parting is no loss
So glad we had this chance to meet
I wish you weren’t her boss!!!
Author notes
To illustrate “sotto voce”
English