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.
posted by Paddy at 5:30 pm
5 Comments:
I'd just like to say, for the record, that I didn't touch the feckin peaches.
methinks she doth protest too much
meh... fuck the pain away.
Is this one of these 1920s blues sex-jams where peaches are actually a metaphor for testicles or some such? Does it have music?
Will it be on the bonus disk of the mythical "Eight legs to hold you"? Did I say that right?
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