I had great fun while writing this, a poem just for fun.


Mr. Drummer


I saw him playing right,
when he was supposed to play wrong,
on stage the girls got wet
drinking his sweat
and then came Alice
making him go clown

seemed to be lost,
rocked him into a sweet halleluja
he paid all costs
and dropped his sticks

Afterparty waited,
I saw him give invitations
girls got crazy
when drinks got hazy,
nothing failed his expectations
and then came Alice

seemed to be lost,
rocked him into a sweet halleluja
he paid the costs and said;

"I couldn't help noticing you,
come sit on my lap my dear?"
Mr. Drummer she said,
I need to be fair
the only reason I'm here
is that I went to the wrong concert..



Poetry by theo
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Written on 2007-04-05 at 18:31

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