henry0reilly
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Head Games
"Come hither" she calls, as she flees my approach;
One day I'm king cock, and the next a cockroach.
With only one spot that answers a tickle,
Should I have known that this lady was fickle?
The telephone rings, Now who can it be?
Am I hoping it's her? OH, YES it is she!
Another apology for pushing away,
a promise for tomorrow, or maybe next day?
She's playing this fish with patience and skill,
How long 'til she reels him in for the kill?
The plan from the start was somehwhat curious,
We both argreed not to get serious.
The plan was amended the very first night,
On account of this babe is incredibly tight.
Sometimes she wears leather, she always looks fine,
Oh, how she makes me want her to be mine!
But even if she answers when I give her a call,
It's "I've got to do such and such" or some other stall.
"I know that you love me, but don't come tonight,
my head is all achey, the house is a fright."
So there she weaves in the middle of the road,
sometimes I'm Prince Charming, and sometimes a toad.
But if in the end, she's a game playing liar,
I guess I'll be glad I've got irons in the fire.
1930 hrs 1 APR 96
Cheryl's Fool
Only a fool, with his heart on his sleeve,
would sit there, and sit there, when she'd rather he'd leave.
Only a fool (or maybe a dope) would sit there, and sit there
Though she offers no hope.
Only a fool would sit and stare blankly,
When part of him wants to scream out so frankly,
protesting that passion and lust can equal love.
Only a fool, with his heart on his sleeve,
would sit there, and sit there, and hope and believe,
that stubborness on his part, could make his rival leave.
Only a fool, guts twisted in knots,
could believe that love springs from a case of the hots.
Only a fool, with his heart on his sleeve,
would sit there, and sit there, and actually grieve,
for love lost, that had never been his.
0930 26 DEC 95
[following was for a cybersweetie i had taken on 2 real dates, screen name Pebbles]
Audition
Bam!
Bam!
Bambam!
I know the script by heart,
but do I really want the part?
Will it run as long as CATS?
Judging by the rehearsals
It would be a fabulous show
But I just don't know
11:35 p m 17 Sep 01
I am new to this forum and not sure if this was the appropriate place to post these. Please do not reproduce them in any medium other than quoting in this string without express permission.
henryreilly@netscape.net
"Come hither" she calls, as she flees my approach;
One day I'm king cock, and the next a cockroach.
With only one spot that answers a tickle,
Should I have known that this lady was fickle?
The telephone rings, Now who can it be?
Am I hoping it's her? OH, YES it is she!
Another apology for pushing away,
a promise for tomorrow, or maybe next day?
She's playing this fish with patience and skill,
How long 'til she reels him in for the kill?
The plan from the start was somehwhat curious,
We both argreed not to get serious.
The plan was amended the very first night,
On account of this babe is incredibly tight.
Sometimes she wears leather, she always looks fine,
Oh, how she makes me want her to be mine!
But even if she answers when I give her a call,
It's "I've got to do such and such" or some other stall.
"I know that you love me, but don't come tonight,
my head is all achey, the house is a fright."
So there she weaves in the middle of the road,
sometimes I'm Prince Charming, and sometimes a toad.
But if in the end, she's a game playing liar,
I guess I'll be glad I've got irons in the fire.
1930 hrs 1 APR 96
Cheryl's Fool
Only a fool, with his heart on his sleeve,
would sit there, and sit there, when she'd rather he'd leave.
Only a fool (or maybe a dope) would sit there, and sit there
Though she offers no hope.
Only a fool would sit and stare blankly,
When part of him wants to scream out so frankly,
protesting that passion and lust can equal love.
Only a fool, with his heart on his sleeve,
would sit there, and sit there, and hope and believe,
that stubborness on his part, could make his rival leave.
Only a fool, guts twisted in knots,
could believe that love springs from a case of the hots.
Only a fool, with his heart on his sleeve,
would sit there, and sit there, and actually grieve,
for love lost, that had never been his.
0930 26 DEC 95
[following was for a cybersweetie i had taken on 2 real dates, screen name Pebbles]
Audition
Bam!
Bam!
Bambam!
I know the script by heart,
but do I really want the part?
Will it run as long as CATS?
Judging by the rehearsals
It would be a fabulous show
But I just don't know
11:35 p m 17 Sep 01
I am new to this forum and not sure if this was the appropriate place to post these. Please do not reproduce them in any medium other than quoting in this string without express permission.
henryreilly@netscape.net
(watch out for sticky fingers pindar)
