Friday, May 30, 2008

Peaches

I have written a song. I am convinced it is a masterpiece:

There's a reason I'm unhappy today
My lady took my peaches away
It's a misery I need to convey
My lady took my peaches away

I just want to go out and play
But my lady took my peaches away
Now there's only one thing to say
My lady took my peaches away

I rather wish my peaches would stay
But my lady took my peaches away
I remain so why wouldn't they?
My lady took my peaches away

As you can tell, it is a plea from the heart. About peaches.

5 Comments:

Blogger Fluffy said...

I'd just like to say, for the record, that I didn't touch the feckin peaches.

30/5/08 23:04  
Blogger Hubble Trouble said...

methinks she doth protest too much

31/5/08 02:32  
Blogger silky-D said...

meh... fuck the pain away.

31/5/08 10:44  
Blogger Unrelenting Tedium said...

Is this one of these 1920s blues sex-jams where peaches are actually a metaphor for testicles or some such? Does it have music?

2/6/08 08:43  
Anonymous Jimbo said...

Will it be on the bonus disk of the mythical "Eight legs to hold you"? Did I say that right?

2/6/08 14:19  

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