My bedroom curtains,
Are a rich, Penfolds red.
Of which I am quite certain,
They hide the stage inside my head.
The unkempt bed, a centrepiece,
For every act of this here play.
My ******** my kingdom,
Come stay for one mere day.
Clouds are forming on the roof,
Some celestial being's frown.
Now it's raining in the arena,
So bring the curtains down.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
My bedroom curtains,
Are a rich, Penfolds red.
Of which I am quite certain,
They hide the stage inside my head.
The unkempt bed, a centrepiece,
For every act of this here play.
My ******** my kingdom,
Come stay for one mere day.
Clouds are forming on the roof,
Some celestial being's frown.
Now it's raining in the arena,
So bring the curtains down.
i made this up so they'd open the front door.
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