( A praise poem - of sorts) 

 

I'll not forget the day we met

on the Piccadilly line

the memory lies grafted

embedded in my mind

I'd been working late at the office

commuting home alone

when you approached me with your mobile

and by that I don't mean phone

 

And I'd like to say you were beautiful

but in truth it was a shock

I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

no I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

 

The train it had come from Cockfosters

by  some horrible irony

yes I was etymologically blighted

on the day that you flashed at me

and I'm glad the doors closed upon you

you didn't seem like the kind of chap

who'd hide what he had with a briefcase

or ever be minding the gap...

 

With the years  gone by, I've wondered why

you chose to thus expose

was it James Blunt's wintry video

that made you doff your clothes?

Cos I think you got your wires crossed

he only showed his toes and pecs

neatly folded up his  clothes

never got down to his keks...

no  a brief encounter, yours was not

I got to witness quite a lot!

 

and I'd like to say you were beautiful

but in truth it was a shock

I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

   

Now I'm wondering if you think of me

as I now think of you?

whilst on the Piccadilly line

the Met or Bakerloo?

Are you roaming round the underground

like a lion round its lair

looking for that spotty girl

with specs and mousy hair

cos I hate to disappoint you

but she doesn't live there any more

she took a train to Wigan

to freedom and what's more...

 

I'm beautiful

I'm beautiful, it's true

and if you saw my smile

you'd run a fucking mile

cos you wouldn't know what to do

 

lie  dee die die, lie dee die die, lie dee die die die ..

lie  dee die die, lie dee die die, lie dee die die die..

 

I'm beautiful

I'm beautiful, it's true

and if you saw my smile

you'd run a fucking mile

cos you wouldn't know what to do....