Post by wulfeage on Nov 22, 2005 6:14:32 GMT -5
Beware!
Let your watchword be "Take Care"
When meeting "Play-gans" any where
For there is one that I know so well
And his tale I now shall tell
With silver tongue he stalks the night
And at every moot because there might
Be, just one frightened and vulnerable soul
That unknowingly will help him to his goal
With the biggest smile and false flattery
He will spew his tricks so she will see
He is so caring and sensitive
And his only want, her trust to give
His song will tell her all she wants to hear
And whilst confidently dispelling every fear
He will win her heart and calm her stance
And then lead her in a merry dance
For it is only sex that drives him on
And once taken he will be up and gone
But like a puppet on a string
He will keep her sweet but dangling
He will pledge his love for what they had
Whilst telling folk she must be mad
Her texts will show her desperate plight
And he will laugh and not give a Shiite
For he has stalked for many a year
And tells all just want they want to hear
But shall he pay for what he's done
Shall life tame the smarm of this dreadful play-gan
His come-uppance is waited with baited breath
His behaviour the gods they must address
So beware all females both caring and coy
For he stalks the moots with twinkled eye.
Let your watchword be "Take Care"
When meeting "Play-gans" any where
For there is one that I know so well
And his tale I now shall tell
With silver tongue he stalks the night
And at every moot because there might
Be, just one frightened and vulnerable soul
That unknowingly will help him to his goal
With the biggest smile and false flattery
He will spew his tricks so she will see
He is so caring and sensitive
And his only want, her trust to give
His song will tell her all she wants to hear
And whilst confidently dispelling every fear
He will win her heart and calm her stance
And then lead her in a merry dance
For it is only sex that drives him on
And once taken he will be up and gone
But like a puppet on a string
He will keep her sweet but dangling
He will pledge his love for what they had
Whilst telling folk she must be mad
Her texts will show her desperate plight
And he will laugh and not give a Shiite
For he has stalked for many a year
And tells all just want they want to hear
But shall he pay for what he's done
Shall life tame the smarm of this dreadful play-gan
His come-uppance is waited with baited breath
His behaviour the gods they must address
So beware all females both caring and coy
For he stalks the moots with twinkled eye.
