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 folk.
Was he a walker,
or just a stalker?
The folk looked like a rosemary
and the pedestrian wanted to marry him.
Eggplants dancing all night through,
the traffic lights reminds me of the Zulu!
Our stalker plays poker,
he has the soul of a rocker.
He grabbed the folk and danced Foxtrot.
What was left? ... an empty pot.
And then November came,
one 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 came one day before the court,
but our poor guy was too short.
His Echo was like an X-ray,
too strong but in a silent way.
Charlie-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- accusations,
be- because rock cau- causes me e- erections."
Our beloved wanker,
went to a cave which was danker...
Then November came again,
the story seems to have no end.
Charlie moved to a Hotel,
where an Indian guy was 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 writing his CV.
Victor the waiter brought his drink,
his white Uniform had stains of the "red ink".
His heart is now danker.
He still acts like a wanker.
The alcohol reminds him of his Juliet,
the folk that once at the sidewalk met.
Our Romeo was about to die in sorrow,
but suddenly came the time of "tomorrow".
He woke up yelling " Bravo Charlie... " to himself,
" ... you brought 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 sheeps!
-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 passed my life by 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 want to 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 him back with contempt,
For the sake of her, they made an attempt.
" T for two
and A for ash,
N for nerve
and G... that glance!
Finally there will be an O,
which will obligate all to owe their soul..."
The time froze and turned back,
the story now hasn't 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 concern...!
p.p.s * ... and I know that
"M" is away from the story,
it's a homage
trying to exhume my glory.
*pps> proportional pressure support.
Αυτά!
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