Post by DavidMc on Aug 24, 2006 9:38:53 GMT -6
My neighbour was wailing in the street below,
In a voice so windy it sounded like a bellow;
He then came crashing through the frame of my door,
Demanding two part harmony but I suspected more.
There was a gleam of malevolence in his bloodshot eye,
And with a voice like steaming sewage fresh from the sty,
He told me point blank that he wouldn’t be leaving;
So I did fifteen cycles of transcendental breathing
The effect was so marvelous it made me relax,
So I proceeded to behead him with a fairly sharp axe;
Finally that put an end to his warbling for sure
Now I sing softly grinning behind a white padded door.
In a voice so windy it sounded like a bellow;
He then came crashing through the frame of my door,
Demanding two part harmony but I suspected more.
There was a gleam of malevolence in his bloodshot eye,
And with a voice like steaming sewage fresh from the sty,
He told me point blank that he wouldn’t be leaving;
So I did fifteen cycles of transcendental breathing
The effect was so marvelous it made me relax,
So I proceeded to behead him with a fairly sharp axe;
Finally that put an end to his warbling for sure
Now I sing softly grinning behind a white padded door.
