March Jottings & Gags, by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

March Jottings & Gags 

by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPIRITUAL ROMANCE

 

 

 

 

 

 

As regards my spiritual stance

It may be such illusional  trance

Maybe woven from many cloths

Will you chance to dance?

 

Shall I have many so many wives?

Or perchance upon the one?

Would you be my concubine?

If I perchanced upon the one

 

Walk ten steps behind me

If I made it so, my love

Or maybe I would worship you

Like a love from above

 

Who's to say who is right?

We all believe as our right

Though I believe in you

Right there by my spot

 

So, will you walk in the park with me

Be my love and I will gladly repay

All that your love brings to me

For that would make my absolute day  

 

 

Boogie Baby! 

 

 

 

 

Boogie baby!

In this fucking night club

Your worst tale from hell

Your worst kind of hub

 

Boogie Baby!

Welcome to hell hun

All is betrayal here

When the day is done

 

Boogie Baby!

Hello the nightmare

So horrible in nature

See that awful stare

 

Whoopsie baby!

Now is the bloody time

To let your hatred out

Such an awful crime 

Oh hun baby!

Thought you were so good

Now I just don't know

If your name is mud 

Gag

 

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