Spoke to a friend the other day,
a wonderful, talented songwriter
who warms hearts and is so loved.
"If you can write heart felt poetry,
Jeremy, then any woman will wilt,
and melt into your arms."
What about my poems on poo?
Up inside my bum, that too?
The drivel I write when I'm depressed?
Or feel sorry ones written 'cos I'm repressed?
Got some weird shite in my head
much of it best left unsaid
One day if I find myself a girl
who sends my heart into a twirl
honestly all that I would plead
is she hasn't the ability to read