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I'm
not trying to put this one over on you.
But
have you heard about the man from Bologna?
He
was chosen one day, to go on his heavenly way
But
he decided to stay a bit longer.
You
see he loved to caress the ladies
And
give them a very big hug.
His
only chance was to have a quick dance
And,
at times, the odd jitterbug.
He'd
prance around and he'd squirm with delight
And
he'd rub himself up, so very close
In
fact his partners felt quite overwhelmed And some became quite lachrymose!
In
order to delay his heavenly passage
With
a pump his stomach he inflates
So
that, when the call came, to cash in his chips,
He
won't pass through those great pearly gates.
"Oh
come along son!” said the keeper
"It's
your turn to go see the Big Reaper!”
"Oh!
give
us a chance, I'd like just one more dance,
And
I don't want to go any deeper!"
"Well
just this last time, you can go back to earth.
But don't try it on, my very old mate.
When
the final call comes, you'd better be quick. Otherwise we'll weld up the big pearly gate."
So
he's back with us now, dancing daintily.
Both
eyes focused at every Ball.
His
ears well attuned to make very sure
He
responds quickly, to his final call.
Oh!
He’ll miss his cuddles and kisses,
And
other activities that I dare not't mention.
But
when they start to tot up all his devious sins.
He'll end up in permanent heavenly detention!
Author: Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD]. All rights reserved. Revised: September 30, 2010 . |