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I want to dance on a pole
I want to entertain the folks
I want to be admired for me
…not just a sexy thing
I want to sing in a cage
I want to wear a feather boa
I want to be home before her
…not just a play thing
I want to be understood
I want to show my undies, just a little
I want to get a ride to the store
…keep your hands to yourself
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2007-12-27 11:13:13 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
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Actually he is projecting this image.......
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Come on, wild thing
Wild thing, I think you move me
But I gotta know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
Oh you move me
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Come on, wild thing
Wild thing, I think I need you
But I gotta know for sure
Come on and squeeze me tight
Oh I need it
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Come on, wild thing
Not bad for a 62 year old dude whose father has left Germany for Argentinia in 1946 hahahaha
2007-12-27 11:31:30 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 1⤋
And how pray tell, are my undies an inspiration for this poem? Just because they have rocket ships on them? Hey, gotta gird your loins with something, might as well be rocket ships.
Ah, the Kraut is calling the Pollock a Kraut, eh?
v v v v v
I was cruising along with Joe Greblo one day and I was getting kinda low, when I spotted something snaking out of the bowels of the earth that l sensed was a twister of a thermal. This was no ordinary thermal, it was coming from the very bowels of the earth and rocketing skyward. Since I only had about 75 feet of altitude left, I drove on over there. As I hit the thermal I started cranking and banking, holding on for dear life clutching the entrails of mother nature's very own spoiled brat. My vario was off the charts and as I soared towards the Ionosphere I started feeling kind of warm and fuzzy towards this blast from Hades, and I started singing to it. This was no love song. It went something like this . . .
Wild thing!
You make my vario sing
You make everything groooovy
Come on, wild thing
Wild thing, I think you move me
But I gotta know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
Don't . . . spit . . . me . . . out
Wild thing
You make my vario sing
You make everything groooovy
Come on, wild thing
Wild thing, I think you're saving my butt
But I gotta know for sure
Come on and squeeze me tight
Don't . . . spit . . . me . . . out
Wild thing!
Snakey snakey Wild thing
2007-12-27 19:30:56 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
A conflict in terms here! But this one paints a picture that the reader can see all too well...where do I put in my application?
Elysabeth
2007-12-28 08:33:13 · answer #3 · answered by Elysabeth 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Well T.D. Sir you certainly know how to make a Southern Girl Blush. I didn't know you had that in you. I do Declare.
2007-12-28 08:37:27 · answer #4 · answered by ? 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
ever been to Baby Doll's in Dallas on Northwest Highway?
D
2007-12-27 22:26:50 · answer #5 · answered by dorian 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
this sounds a little whorish don't ya think? but everyone has to express themselves so what better way to do it then in poetry
2007-12-27 20:14:35 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Its kinda cute. Made me smile a little.
2007-12-27 19:24:11 · answer #7 · answered by sonic 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Perhaps paper money will change him.
2007-12-28 00:55:45 · answer #8 · answered by Marguerite 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
once again keep trying
2007-12-27 19:18:51 · answer #9 · answered by ♥miss liss♥ 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
not..really
2007-12-27 19:17:05 · answer #10 · answered by 00h.lAUR3n 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋