Sunday, October 28, 2012

ODE TO TRAD'R SAM

 The years go by, I love you still.
Keep coming back, against my will.
Each time I say: It will be my last!
But damn you Sam, you're such a blast.


Nic/Sis & Me & THE SCORPION BOWL
  


You draw me in, you've such a way.
Set my head aspin and my legs asway.
Your jukebox is a rocker's delight,
You always know how to spin it right.

   
Nic/Sis & Me & "just" some drinkies:-)



Scorpions sting, you know they do.
You tease me with not one, but two.
I slip out the door, say never again.
But we know I lie. You win, you win.