The lost phonetic "M" of a wanker's erotic story.
Once upon a time
a pedestrian crossed the line.
Was he a wanker,
or just a walker?
He looked back at the sidewalk
and then he met another soul.
Was he a walker,
or just a stalker?
The woman looked like a rosemary.
He bit his tongue not to say "devour me"
Eggplants dancing all night through,
the traffic lights remind me of the Zulu!
Our stalker plays poker,
he has the soul of a rocker.
So, he grabbed the girl and danced Foxtrot.
But what was left? An empty pot...
And then November came,
a Kilo rain, changed the dance's name.
It was his fault...
Charlie was the rocker,
still, I don't know if he's a stalker.
He showed up for that before the court,
but our poor guy was too short.
His Echo, though, was like an X-ray,
too strong but in a silent way.
Charlie the stalker,
now feels like a wanker.
The judge was Oscar Papa from Quebec
and he was suffering from Tourette's.
"You changed the name of the dance,
you made people lose their chance,
but I- I'll dismiss you from the a- a- a- a- accusations,
be- because rock cau- cau- causes me e- erections"
Our beloved wanker,
crawled to a cave bitter and blanker...
His Echo, though, was like an X-ray,
too strong but in a silent way.
Charlie the stalker,
now feels like a wanker.
The judge was Oscar Papa from Quebec
and he was suffering from Tourette's.
"You changed the name of the dance,
you made people lose their chance,
but I- I'll dismiss you from the a- a- a- a- accusations,
be- because rock cau- cau- causes me e- erections"
Our beloved wanker,
crawled to a cave bitter and blanker...
Then November came again,
the story seems to have no end.
Charlie moved to a bizarre Hotel,
somewhere near the edge of India’s spell
where a strange old man
the story seems to have no end.
Charlie moved to a bizarre Hotel,
somewhere near the edge of India’s spell
where a strange old man
never stopped caressing his shell.
He ordered Whiskey while he was waiting at the lobby,
he was turning round n' round like a zombie.
He was watching the Yankees on TV,
while he was updating his CV.
Victor the waiter brought his drink,
his white Uniform was stained with "red ink".
His heart is now danker.
He still acts like a wanker.
The alcohol reminds him of his Juliet,
the spark he once on the sidewalk met.
Our Romeo was about to die in sorrow,
but suddenly came the ghost of "tomorrow"
He woke up yelling
"Bravo Charlie"
to himself,
"you slipped chaos inside her.
You changed the lines and the dance's name
and left her alone just with the blame"
And then he went to play Golf,
I told you he was a wanker.
I told you so...!
That same night fell asleep
by counting some yellow sheep!
He ordered Whiskey while he was waiting at the lobby,
he was turning round n' round like a zombie.
He was watching the Yankees on TV,
while he was updating his CV.
Victor the waiter brought his drink,
his white Uniform was stained with "red ink".
His heart is now danker.
He still acts like a wanker.
The alcohol reminds him of his Juliet,
the spark he once on the sidewalk met.
Our Romeo was about to die in sorrow,
but suddenly came the ghost of "tomorrow"
He woke up yelling
"Bravo Charlie"
to himself,
"you slipped chaos inside her.
You changed the lines and the dance's name
and left her alone just with the blame"
And then he went to play Golf,
I told you he was a wanker.
I told you so...!
That same night fell asleep
by counting some yellow sheep!
Meanwhile, in his dream,
Three eggplants smelled like wild red roses,
passed a gold gate slowly on white horses.
_We're Alpha, Delta and the greatest Lima,
we're coming from the Sierra Hiroshima.
Tomorrow you are going to die,
make a wish and live a lie.
_I'm Charlie the wanker-stalker
I spent my life just playing poker
I'm not that bad, but just a rocker
who one day decided to be a walker.
I walked on roads, on streets and highways,
I watched millions of trains moving along the railways,
but just one thing I recall,
her smile while we were dancing on the street's dancehall.
I wish to change the dance's name one last time
and touch her lips gently with mine...
They looked at him with silent contempt,
for the sake of her, they made one attempt.
_T is for two
and A is for ash,
N is for nerve
and G for that glance!
Finally there will be an O,
a round strong vow
which will obligate all
to owe their soul.
The time froze and turned back,
the story now has no lack.
who one day decided to be a walker.
I walked on roads, on streets and highways,
I watched millions of trains moving along the railways,
but just one thing I recall,
her smile while we were dancing on the street's dancehall.
I wish to change the dance's name one last time
and touch her lips gently with mine...
They looked at him with silent contempt,
for the sake of her, they made one attempt.
_T is for two
and A is for ash,
N is for nerve
and G for that glance!
Finally there will be an O,
a round strong vow
which will obligate all
to owe their soul.
The time froze and turned back,
the story now has no lack.
So, once upon a time,
a pedestrian crossed the line,
when the traffic lights gave him their sign.
His name was Oscar, hers Rosemary
her hair was wavy like celery.
He took her hand and danced a tango,
under a familiar sound sung by a mango...
p.s. Somehow my story will never end,
it's up to you if you're concerned...
p.p.s. and I know that "M" is away from the story,
it's an homage that attempts to exhume my glory.
*proportional pressure support
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