An AsideSo I’m brushing my teeth, sitting on the lid of the loo,
And I’m, basically Trying not to think about you. Now, It’s strange and it’s weird You know Us two Because face-to-face, in the flesh Let’s be honest, We haven’t got a clue. But it matters not Pigs in Cyberspace! When it comes down to it, That it’s random, And timeless And In its place It’s a tip of the hat A musical interlude A shiver Picking up things, and shifting them left Of the rat race. Then I’m writing this, having given up On trying not To think of you. After all, what’s the point? I mean really? If your typed conversation, You singing… [ An aside : if it is all really you which I believe, because…well what else should I do?) ] Why should I not enjoy the Flip inside me when that …Mail tone starts ringing? Well if I didn’t do that I would most Definitely be To be crude A bit of A Twat But I’m not I’m a romantic And a hopeful one to be sure And that as a Fact Is A Fact I admit, that picture of me and my pants, Well, it’s not one of my moments of glory, At heart, I’m essentially pure. Anyway I digress, But with you Comes Cheerfulness. And, well, Martin you know it, I keep it no secret, I say it proud, I think That You’re fit. What I read, what I hear Makes me smile Makes my monthly broadband bill Worthwhile Makes me Brush my teeth, sitting on the lid Of the loo Trying to not catch Shapeless thoughts Of You. |