the guy took me to dinner because i wrote a poem about Carmilla
I mean I never meant anything
but is that the sound of concrete mixers I hear
By M.A.Meddings
Just had dinner with Tony Soprano
Really a quite nice sort of chap
But you know what his funny
I owe him no money
And I don't dish out any crap
For the starters we had a nice muscle
Try the ta maitos why don't you he said
But you know I would rather
Do what he offered
Than end up round Brooklin quite dead
He said I have a matter that's burnin
Then he waived to one side his gorilla
Please don't think I am choylish
But I know you like goylish
But the poem you did for Camilla
Went a bit to far for my liking
Though she said it was just fine
But you know too much about her
And I'd rather not doubt ya
But keep ya hands off her shes mine
Well we cleared up the misunderstanding
And enjoyed the rest of the dishes
He is really so nice
Hardly no vice
And me I wont sleep with the fishes
Just had dinner with Tony Soprano
He was charming and a very nice man
He loved all my poems
They kept him ongoing
Now I am really his best kinda friend
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2005-12-29 at 18:53
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I mean I never meant anything
but is that the sound of concrete mixers I hear
Dinner with Tony Soprano by M.A.Meddings
Dinner with Tony SopranoBy M.A.Meddings
Just had dinner with Tony Soprano
Really a quite nice sort of chap
But you know what his funny
I owe him no money
And I don't dish out any crap
For the starters we had a nice muscle
Try the ta maitos why don't you he said
But you know I would rather
Do what he offered
Than end up round Brooklin quite dead
He said I have a matter that's burnin
Then he waived to one side his gorilla
Please don't think I am choylish
But I know you like goylish
But the poem you did for Camilla
Went a bit to far for my liking
Though she said it was just fine
But you know too much about her
And I'd rather not doubt ya
But keep ya hands off her shes mine
Well we cleared up the misunderstanding
And enjoyed the rest of the dishes
He is really so nice
Hardly no vice
And me I wont sleep with the fishes
Just had dinner with Tony Soprano
He was charming and a very nice man
He loved all my poems
They kept him ongoing
Now I am really his best kinda friend
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 591 times
Written on 2005-12-29 at 18:53
Tags Humour 
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