Would You Like to Buy a Drum?
“Serenade Stephanie;” that's on my listOf things I thought that I'd like to do.
“Better not, bud,” her boyfriend said,
“If you care about what is good for you.”
So, I picked up my tympani, took it to town
To enrapture one who was on her own,
But the day dragged past, and I learned,
Alas, that no comely woman is found alone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2010-09-18 at 19:05
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