TOUCH ALL THREE  

Here we see again

Your name over everything

But you know

You'll never touch all three

At once

We were onto something

I wish one day

She will protest

Under your thumb

Nail guns

Sand in her eyes

Dig the hole

You and the old one

Made her twist the story

Pig skin whips

"Back then" she says,

"It was all different"

I call "you best start running"

Why she never hears

You both know

I'll soon be tired

Tell me at which end I must begin

She says "start digging"

For he will never touch all three

Again.

© littlejoga 27/10/00