Limerick.

Limerick.

Limerick.

Limerick.

I can’t even see the boy I once was anymore; she’s the girl all the bad guys want anyway but how bad is really too bad. Behind The Love… like her I can only see the face of the beast and no longer all the arrows in my back, digging to my heart.

Limerick.

Limerick.

If only.

As the song goes… skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight; I wouldn’t know anything about but I imagine when I’m looking at a girl’s… Skyrocketing… do you know how much it cost to put a man on the moon; probably less to put a pretty girl into my bed.

Elvira.