There’s nothin’ like tried and tested,
nothin’ beats nice and tight.
There’s nothin’ I ain’t beasted,
nothin’ I can’t excite.
There’s pleasure down in Cleaveland,
fun found in many a close shave.
Well I can tell ya first-hand,
fortune favours the brave.
Rise above your doubts and fears,
even if it all ends in tears.
Hey, hey, hey! Straight to the A.
My fingers in too many pies,
but(t) I can’t cherry-pick.
If I told you my ring finger size,
don’t grab the wrong end of the stick.
Crazy phases, passing fads,
but(t) some things don’t get tired.
It helps to be a little bad/mad,
soon you’ll be preachin’ to the choir.
You should have seen the look in your eyes,
but(t) it all ends with grimace and smiles.
©24.9.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman
nothin’ I won’t incite.
I’m your original Luddite.