more embarassing myself on the 'net

with co-writing credit going to my good friend, Rick.

Gonna rent me a room where I wont stay.
gonna build me a boat gonna sail away
Gonna dig me a moat to keep people away
Gonna give away my coat before the sleeves fray

(bridge)

I'm gonna run out of the right things to say
I'll try to forget you, every day
I'm gonna run out of the right things to say
I'll try to forget you, every day

(chorus)
Gonna love you Gonna leave you
Bow before you And deceive you
I'll beg for your return, Smiling as you walk away

Gonna wake up and drink myself sober
Gonna leave this town gonna start over
Gonna trade in my honda for an old land rover,
Gonna slap it in gear and run for cover

hey, if you can't embarass yourself anon. on the 'net...

Then Just what's the point?

here goes:

She grew luscious produce,
Fresh squeezed her own orange juice, which she
brought to me in her bed

It was all organically grown, and
when I'm alone
I can't get her out of my head

She made her own herbal tea, she'd
share it with me
when we would sit on her garden wall

We plotted and talked,
brainstormed while we walked
And then she opened a store in the mall

She grew luscious produce, but
it was just no use
I couldn't give up my carniverous ways

Now she's worth several mil, and I
think of her still,
And long to be part of her salad days

A friend came up with "luscious produce" on my 'frig magnet poetry awhile ago, and I was (ill) inspired. I think it has a bad Jimmy Buffet vibe to it. Somewhere, lost forever I expect, is the companion piece, Veggie Burger in Paradise. That one was a bit more blatant in it's...homage.