The morning after
Darling
I want you
To do me a favour.
Ever since I met you
It's been on my mind.
Here comes
The morning
The morning you savour
Every time you go to
A do in this town.
Don't frown
But tell me:
Why doesn't hard labour
Ever buy Danish Blue
Just piles of rind?
I want you
To do me a favour.
Ever since I met you
It's been on my mind.
Here comes
The morning
The morning you savour
Every time you go to
A do in this town.
Don't frown
But tell me:
Why doesn't hard labour
Ever buy Danish Blue
Just piles of rind?
posted by Brindle | 2:06 PM
1 Comments:
Good little poem. Mysterious cheese references... I'm not sure I can answer your question. :-)
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