When It's Almost Tuesday, Midnight.
Midnight beckons with silver wings
Like all pretty witty things
Hot as Hortense, sad as sapphire
this weather is not what i desire
Come take me to Trollish Delights
Where we while away the nights
In fluorescent memories obscene
Vulgar in tone, colour green.
Come let us go to OceanBlue
where the fishies fishy you
And then in a little glen
We shall practise a little zen
Come take me to Viagra Falls
where the phone is immune to calls
the Dog, at least, so has decreed
Brood not, unless you Breed.