There was this time This day This lady She had me mesmerised Well, actually, maybe a wee petrified I was sat behind And envisioned the future Those shadows Those dark thick shadows The greys, the blacks, and, the whites Lines, lines Them there lines, that kissed her lips Them curls, them curls Them there curls, that tickled her cheeks
They could be taken, be gone But only for a day, or, maybe two And back came the shadows, then curls Although they would tease Tickle a little at first Cause and itch, then a scratch And then whack, they were back No rest for the wicked When would my turn come When would I be had
...I woke!
Ran to the bathroom To the mirror And there it was at 36 My own curls My own shadows My own moustache
(Next, to the town I took To the beautician All in a state of panic Me, there, with the ladyness I fail to possess Asked for the removal of my beard and 'tache With it came a look of horror Oh yes, I'm sorry My lips and chin please Need a wax