Abgeschickt von Ulrike am 10 Dezember, 2004 um 20:45:13
We havenīt met so far,
wonīt hardly make ends meet,
I am afraid, the tar
that paves your trusted street
will stick to soles and damage
my wooden floor and tiles.
I think I cannot manage
whatever you beguiles.
Yet, itīs the understanding
of being downright con
that pilots to a landing
so smooth that I shall don
the motley of a clown
before I choke or drown