Oh ever since my masocistic baby went and left me (she had left you a kiss)
I got nothin' nothin' to hit but the wall (poor wall)
She loved me when I beat her (oh they do love that)
But then I started actin' sweeter (oh mistake)
Oh and that ain't no way to treat her at all
She is the one that I'm dreaming of and you always hurt the one you love
And ever since my masochistic baby went and left me
Nothin' to hit but the wall what you know
Nothin' to belt but my pans yes I've suspendors
Nothin' to whip but the scream you get so nasty
Nothin' to beat but the eggs oh nothin' to punch but the clock
Oh nothin' to strike but the match light my fire
Oh nothin' nothin' to hit but the wall
SHEL SILVERSTEIN
Ps My parents actually shared this song with me when I was to young to understand
maybe that why I am the way I am?
Well, if we're posting poems I've always like this one. And it sort of fits with the Star Trek/space type theme:
John Gillespie Magee Jr. 'High Flight' wrote:Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
We should drop a piano on her ........Well, it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running from that nice man with the speech impediment
