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The devil isn't ugly.
He's attractive as can be.
He appears to us in any form,
That's tempting to you and me.
Whatever is your weakness,
Whatever tempts you most,
Money, power, beauty, love,
He's any and all of those.
If these things aren't a stumbling block,
Then he'll tempt you with pride.
He'll offer you a house, a car,
A really flashy ride.
Material things don't ring your bell,
Then he'll hit you with anger.
Someone really hurts you deep,
A friend becomes a stranger.
Some things can be like little gods,
We serve with adulation.
Things like vanity take many forms,
Possessions, social station.
If he can't trip you up with these,
Then he'll hit you with fear.
Whatever really scares you most,
Is how he will appear.
No, Satan isn't ugly,
Unless he wants to be.
No matter how he comes to you,
He's ugly, isn't he.
Asked a guy where he wanted to go
he said baby you should know
I want to feel sunshine and lie on the beach
but you can help me it's out of reach
I told that guy that my future's not bad
and he said baby it's driving me mad
working with doughnuts is all very well
but I know just how to ring your bell
I told that guy he can blow me away
and he said harken babe I got nothing to say
I've got no plane and it's wrecking my day
but I've found a pilot and that's OK
baby you can fly my plane yes I'm going to sunny Spain
baby you can fly my plane and maybe you'll love me
vroom vroom 'mm-vroom vroom yeah
(With apologies to Lennon & McCartney)
I once knew a lady from Seattle.
When she stole my heart,
I was a horse without a saddle.
With long blonde-brown hair
And a devilish grin,
She smelled of baking
Powder and cinnamon.
That's no jest,
She bakes the best,
Though kisses even better
(On the nights we find a sitter.)
Oh, she'll ring your bell,
But, alas, gentlemen never tell.
Six years wed
The wild joy of children
Pulled in a sled,
Crying and laughing,
Stomping and romping,
And that's just us,
As lovers,
As partners,
As friends.
Stepping into the future
With you in hand,
Is a wonderful miracle
of madness and love,
support and struggle,
sandwiches and sandwiches.
Suddenly hungry,
I've lost my rhyme.
Not to fret, though,
My love I have found in you,
through you, as we breathe as one
Along our endless laundried days.
Like a deleted lovers scene
From the movie "Lagaan,"
We sing and dance for the other
Laughing into the sun.
Happy 6th Anniversary, Babe,
I repledge my love to you.
My heart is a duck parade
And your the kazoo.
Your lifestyle is vibrant and restless
and from tiny towns to big cities
your search for human images
to paint very realistic faces!
And while you don't have the unique touch
of a Davinci or of a Caravaggio: you do excel,
many strangers from far places ring your bell:
they spend hours posing for a silver brooch!
Earning money is only for essentials,
no passion is more satisfying
to glance at your finished paintings
and wish they'd be talking!
Painter of realistic faces,
immortalize them with your magical brush!
Those men's stunning, hard bodies;
those woman's seductive, soft curves,
don't need any correction or a final touch:
your artistic talent amazes!
Love seems to be loved most of all
it's a subject that's always number one
people turn to it so very easily
one's affections capture it bar none
There seems to be a bias always
when one mentions it's meaning
ladies especially love all it's tones
brightens their faces to be gleaning
The song says 'we all need love'
it makes the world go around
jewellers would be poorer without it
without it more trees would be found
But there's a lack of real true love
one that would show unselfishness
putting the other first before self
brings true samaritan full of goodness
So show love in it's deepest meaning
display it high and with capital L
be really biased round your bend
making others wish to ring your bell!
I dress with less for my body flouncing
My titties jiggle and my ass is bouncing
I prance around to ring your bell
And call myself an Instagram “model”
I make up my face and pout my lips
I put on the music and shake my hips
I do up my hair with lots of gel
Pretty me, your favorite Instagram “model”
I tease to milk men of their hard-earned money
You stroke yourself instead of me, honey
I’m here to make your life less dull
That’s the charm of an Instagram “model”
They call me an e-thot, fishing for a “like”
That Ho Over There all girlfriends dislike
‘Cuz I record these videos of my body to sell
Look at me, I am an Instagram “model”
Some women before me took to the street
They marched and protested, refusing defeat
They burned their bras with their rebel yell
Nevertheless, I became an Instagram “model”
Please hit “like” as a natural courtesy
The more I get brings me closer to surgery
So I can flaunt again, making my head swell
In excess for me, an Instagram “model”
Lonely boy, did I satisfy your desire?
If not, I can take off more attire
I’ll entice all of you so very well
For I am the ultimate Instagram “model”
This is what has become of me
Since my daddy paid no attention, you see
All he did was shout and yell
Propelling me to be an Instagram “model”
Your best relationship inevitably ends
When your girl saw your likes on “With Friends”
Social media’s suggestions often tell
That you adore me, an Instagram “model”
I’m blamed for all the love that you lost
My curves seduced you at a high cost
You lost your love and then hit the bottle
All because of me, an Instagram “model”
This is only a breeding ground for me
Up next on Only Fans is where I’ll be
Attention seeking as you cuddle your cell
‘Cuz you can’t touch an Instagram “model”
Deep down the many problems I face
Are hidden well in teddies and lace
But the emotions I hold are worse than hell
Since I am an insecure Instagram “model”
After you peel off all of the layers
And strip away all of the players
I’m just a little girl who desperately fell
Into the trap of being an Instagram “model”
A bloke by the name of Dickie Duncan
Was the butt of many jokes
His name conjured up that age old saying
You know what I'm talking 'bout, folks!
“When the frost is on the pumpkin”
I'm sure you remember it well
They say it's the time for “dickie dunkin”
To get down and ring your bell
Feel so sad for old Dickie Duncan
To be blessed with this unfortunate name
They could have called him Peter
Oops! The results would've been the same
How's about a name like Percival
Or Harold or good old Gus
His parents surely weren't thinking ahead
Hence, the reason for all this fuss
Well old Dickie can surely take some solace
It's afforded him great fortune and fame
He could have been just a nobody
But now everybody knows his name
© Jack Ellison 2013
Frederick did mount his bike.
‘Bye Mum I’m off for a hike’
he said, as he went on his way,
that day, one sunny Saturday.
He was very close to running over,
a snail emerging from the clover.
‘Too fast’ it said, ‘you’ll crush my shell’,
‘Why didn’t you just ring your bell?’
He carried on and rode some more,
Then saw a snake upon the floor.
‘Get past’ it said ‘you’re far too slow,
for across this path I need to go!’
He sped up at the snake’s request,
he simply thought that was best!
The trumpet sound forced a pause,
or an accident he would have caused.
‘Don’t you look where you are going?’
said the elephant, his temper showing.
‘To miss something as big as me,
means surely you cannot see!
Around the elephant he rode,
before he came across a toad,
who leaped Frederick, bike and all,
then shouted, ‘good job you’re not too tall!’
Frederick headed home, he’d had enough,
of all this really silly stuff.
‘Good ride?’ Frederick’s Mum enquired,
but she knew nothing as it transpired!
‘A talking snail, snake and toad,
forced me to cross the road
and the elephant I couldn’t see,
decided to have a go at me!’
His mother merely shook her head,
then demanded that he go to bed,
‘Your lies Frederick are so absurd,
the most outrageous I’ve ever heard!’
Then Frederick's dad came running in,
‘You won’t believe what I’ve just seen?’
an elephant, toad, snail and snake,
of that there can be no mistake!’
‘Oh, my word’ his mother gasped,
‘what did they want? may I ask'.
‘To tell Frederick that they’re alright
Despite him giving them a fright.’
The Lord God made so many animals
but the serpent was so very clever
asking 'did God really say' casting doubt
making Eve think well did I ever
But Eve was confused so very much
the serpent had her under his control
though she thought any fruit could be eaten
but the serpent thought this is a stroll
Now Satan sought to play his next card
drawing the woman into his spell
suggesting God had said don't eat
don't even touch or ring your bell
Now the serpent 'you will not surely die'
had Eve completely in doubt
satanic words set out to kill
the woman says what's this about
Satan seeks to make Eve God
or to make her think she is
'you will be like God knowing good and evil'
telling lies is the devil's work, how true is this
(Genesis 3:1-5
1. Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, "Did God really say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden'?"
2. The woman said to the serpent, "We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden,
3. but God did say, 'You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.'"
4. "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman. 5. "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
I am telling this story from the serpent's perspective, considering what was behind all he did and for what was his purpose.)
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