Little white airplane let's go for a fly
The reason I want to, between you and I
Is not to go cruise o'er the top of the earth
It's to send off a message for someone who's worth
All the planning required to do such a thing
Whatever I'm able, to her I will bring
Skills as a pilot, songs on guitar
Poems and bookmarks, the best way to barre
All that I have I will give to her too
Cleared now for takeoff, all checklists are through
Up over yonder her house is right there
Let's start from the north and draw hearts in the air
Again and again 'til her face we can see
There she is, look down, she's waving at me
Wait, go down closer, no way, what is this?
Little white airplane, she's blowing a kiss!!
Guys v Girls
Pre night out checklist
Girl's
Push up bra clevage out
Going commando
2 pair's of spare knickers
Make up plastred on over an
inch thick
Fake tan , eyelashes , nails
Botox infused duck lips
Sporadic sprinkling of glitter
everywhere
Stiletto heeled shoes barely
able to stand upright in
See through dress so short
displaying bits of flesh that
have never seen the
light of day before
Token handbag no coat
Fake i.d in order to get in
Check complete let's go girl's
You never know tonight
1 of us could meet our
Prince charming or Soulmate
Guy's
Cash 20 fags
1 condom just incase you
never know fingers crossed
Splash of cheap aftershave
Job done check complete
Right boys come on
Let's have it
1st one to throw up pass
out start a fight or gets off
with a fat or ugly
bird is a total and utter legend
And gets free drinks bought
for them for the rest of the
night
The cabin is a lumber store of snores
Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs
Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores
I’m the only one up this early
Alert to the prophecies
With checklists of nails and hammers in hand
The uncontained forest fires north of Superior
Have painted the blue skies over Torch Lake
Opaque with smoke
Twine in the pine trees buckling with birds
The sun does not rise
But burns like a candle
Hazy and orange sweeping the hills
Lighting and fanning the kindling
Of our curtains and walls lampshades and sofas
Our jack-o-lantern cabin
Set aglow
Burning down from the inside out
Its scowling face spitting flames
To the Azaleas wheat fields and faces of deer
Holes in my bucket as I run to the lake
Too late
Too late
Yawns and stretches what’s for breakfast?