Well, I have to admit that I tried to come up with another verse to the great collaboration; but, Bardford, I just couldn't improve on your own. Here it is, all put together so you all can see what we did. Now, everyone close your eyes, put your hands on the screen and feel the magic...The Blonde From Bristol
By Micca, Áine, MMario and Bardford
The blind man declared what's the fuss
This new club is just right for us
We're just thrilled to bits
By a feel of her tits
But actually, I came on the bus
But sir, said Sue on the Swing,
You don't know what your token will bring,
For it's hot when I dance,
Even without my pants,
And that's such a nice cool little thing!
The music and perfume-like soap
Are filling my heart full of hope
But the miserable gits
That in the town hall sits
Won't relax and let me have a grope
"Alas," said a tall buxom lass,
"Them councilors really are crass,
When they're in here, you know,
Their noses do grow,
And they've been known to beat their own brass!"
As upwards her knickers did sail
He was running his hands o'er her tail
He said "Oh my dear
The spots on your rear
Spell dirty old man here in Braille."
Oh Micca, you dirty ol' man,
If you'll follow the dots with your hand,
You'll 'see' that they spell,
In big letters as well,
'If you liked the foothills, the mountains are swell!'
Said the Blonde as she bared her behind,
"A thought has just crossed my mind
We've a problem I fear
With the Pussy in here
And his seeing eye dog for the blind."
"But the Pussy has had all its shots,"
Said the lass with the shiny brass pots,
"If your puppy gets sniffy,
I'll fix that in a jiffy,
Cuz I've petted wee pooches, a lot!"
The old boy was getting quite wistful
While fondling the young lady's Bristol
"This fine piece of treasure
has raised my blood pressure
I'm as hot as a two dollar pistol"
"My dear man," said the lady from Bristol,
"You've taken more than a fistful,"
"Just above my behind,
There's a badge you will find,
I'm arresting your dog and your pistol!"
"But the time I was having was wicked
And now I just feel I've been tricked"
The copper said, "Man,
"Just get in the van.
Your collars been felt and your nicked"
Two songbook contenders from MudCat
Swapped lyric and verse at a dropped-hat
When the rest read their rhyme
They had a far better time
Than if at home they had all sat
I hope you will all pardon me
While I touch on my epiphany
But by keeping abreast
Of this thread, I suggest,
I was blind but now I see.