Once upon a time there was a girl with a curl
– Stop me if you’ve heard this one before –
This girl with a curl had a very good friend
A previous love curved far back into her annals of life
Embedded in her every day.
A previous love that fell in love with a man of a red horse
Coupled with a penchant for polka dots and fishnets
One day, these two lovers, they went away. Far away.
Travelled far to a country of green
And thus began the emails with which Will and Grace would vent their spleen.
One day over a bean bag, table of glee,
They sat and counted out smokes by three,
And so the merry man would return,
To the country to where they felt free.
He came home, A house went pron, and they got it on like a scone
(no, not THAT on)
We lit a lot of candles, danced a million nights away…
Then she got sprogged up and, let’s remember, he is gay.
(so, no, scotch that rumour…waha…)
And under a bright sun, and a night light of blue,
They did the big block, her and you.
Never throw your hand down, William.