Lawreston
En-Route
- - - and I'm feelin' giddy.A POEM
Shopping
There is a time when one must shop
When in the need for a type of top.
A lady goes and tries-on for test
From all the rows to look her best.
A man will go for that fitted shirt;
Provided, though, the neck won't hurt.
He may not have the lady's taste,
She more careful about her waist.
So there I go with thoughts to buy,
The fitting room I ought to try.
But it's not to show a curvy ass,
I'll only go for a piece of glass.
(for the antique coffee table)
Shopping
There is a time when one must shop
When in the need for a type of top.
A lady goes and tries-on for test
From all the rows to look her best.
A man will go for that fitted shirt;
Provided, though, the neck won't hurt.
He may not have the lady's taste,
She more careful about her waist.
So there I go with thoughts to buy,
The fitting room I ought to try.
But it's not to show a curvy ass,
I'll only go for a piece of glass.
(for the antique coffee table)