Kit Kelen #969 - classical

969

classical

when I was a woolly satyr

and sidle up to sing

pipes and bells and lyres you bet

I was a one-man goat

and got the girls all going

woolly in my ways

and woolly underneath

woolly in my head

and wool between my teeth

love! you could bottle the stuff

ship it off in amphorae

we'd get juiced up

and do a dance around the pot

a tree – and I'd be maypole

what a pong!

allow some drunken slump here

yes I was woolly in my ways

and woolly underneath

woolly in my head

little curls between my teeth

but that was my forever

sad since I am come to marble

colour went, shaggy locks

and skin all froze

nothing to tickle at all

worn away face

and fair enough

a nose goes first

...find me a figleaf would ya

not a double negative to say

you can't get nothing up

who wins

once modesty kicks in?

the soul is lost

in stone