Ms. Belvedere oh won't you oblige
my simple request for a spot of tea
Into the fire I've cast my letters
from you I never received
I sang SOS to you through the radio
but you were not scanning when I tried
someone else heard and to me, responded
"When does swimming turn into drowning?" I cried.
'Dere I see you in sketches on wooden tables
and inserts in the newspapers now and then
When even if your radio's on one day
I'll likely never swim again
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Ms. Belvedere oh won't you oblige
my simple request for a spot of tea
Into the fire I've cast my letters
from you I never received
I sang SOS to you through the radio
but you were not scanning when I tried
someone else heard and to me, responded
"When does swimming turn into drowning?" I cried.
'Dere I see you in sketches on wooden tables
and inserts in the newspapers now and then
When even if your radio's on one day
I'll likely never swim again
