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Cj-you asked for it and now you got it  
GOING APE OVER AN APRON     
I was just sitting around scratching my head
Wondering why it was that you said goodbye
I was in the kitchen cooking with my apron on
With no other clothing for you to espy
I was serving up some pasta, and pouring some wine
Then when I looked up… baby you were gone
Like gone….
Vaporized….
Atomized…..
And categorized as goneeeeeeeee
Real gone

I was sipping on some tea sitting next to a tree
Thinking about why our romance ceased to be
I was swinging on a hammock humming a tune
you were wearing a bikini……… but only the bottom
And when I looked up you were history
like ancient history
As in Shakespeare’s rose
         Durante’s nose
         andMona Lisa’s pose
Baby to me
You were history

I was laying on my day bed with thoughts in my head
Contemplating the constant smiles both of us could share 
You were on the couch perusing the paper
While I was sprawled out with nothing on my derriere
And honey, I looked up to see you disappear
Like hitting the bricks
Taking to the sticks
While doing magic tricks
lady to me
You were history

I was just sitting around scratching my head
Wondering why it was that you said goodbye
I was in the kitchen cooking with my apron on
With no other clothing for you to espy 
I was serving up some pasta, and pouring some wine
And when I looked up… baby you were gone
Like gone….
Vaporized….
Atomized…..
And categorized as goneeeeeeeee
Real gone

 
you were putting on some makeup and it made me smile
Dreaming about the ever after we would surely see
You caught me in the bathroom with no clothing on
And I could discern my baby was still hot for me
But all of a sudden I became bereft
Because I looked up….. and my lover had left
With a puff of smoke
From a heartless bloke
And left a heart that’s broke
lover to me 
you were history

I was just sitting around scratching my head
Wondering why it was that you said goodbye
I was in the kitchen cooking with my apron on
With no other clothing for you to espy
I was serving up some pasta, and pouring some wine
Then when I looked up… baby you were gone
And me alone with only my apron on
You were gone
Like vaporized….
Atomized…..
And categorized as goneeeeeeeee”
while all the time I believed you wanted my apron goneeeeeeeeee!”
     © 2012….PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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