Oh beautiful chair
How I love you so
So blue, your concept
Is truly Bo
To get to you
I will kick and slap
A gorgeous woman
And climb over her lap
I’ll have to straddle
And maybe kiss
But the phone, she rings
Excuse me, miss
Hang on while I
Speak husky French
(A thousand women
Are set a-drench)
And so I like it rough
You see
You’ll stay for dinner?
We’re having me
Kiss you?
Yes, perhaps next week
But your skirt did lift
And I did get a peak
Staple my wrist
With the force of your heel
Slap me again
And find out what I feel
Don’t push your luck
But cheers, salut
Excuse-moi, did you say
Red or blue?
If you walk away
I still have my phone
And the chance to spend
Some Danish krone
Was there somebody here?
Or somebody there?
I must admit
They’re not my chair.
@2015DHartley