In the days of old,
When Knights were bold,
And toilet's weren't invented.
I left my load,
In the middle of the road,
And walked away contented.
In the days of old,
When Knights were bold,
And toilet's weren't invented.
I left my load,
In the middle of the road,
And walked away contented.
I recall learning that as the Glory Hole's Sonnet in C major
i was expecting something more like:
if your lookin for a good time,
and dont mind a little grime,
call her at (555) 269-8537,
and she'll give you a slice of heaven.
it seems like a funny rhyme,
but fuck that slut named adeline.