We came to the little hall
We came to the little hall
And there, felt so small
Words became sentences
All these sounds where crumbling
The letters where taking carnation
Plenty of it, where thrilling
Spoken by this big muscle man.
Was he talking to us ?
We had fear for silence
Pleased to be just the audience.
He was just been remembering
The good old times of Yesteryear
Making big, and bigger pauses
Every girls where falling for him
Could he dominate them for hours ?
© 31 janvier 1996 par Instinct Net Poêmes Aide