Whoops ,sorry dear Grethel, I feel so forlorn.
My mind's full of Blue Boy, blowing his horn.
Would you like to come up, I'll undo the lock
And by the way,Grethel, how large is that cock?
----- Original Message -----
From: Christina Fletcher
Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2002 6:51 PM
Subject: Re: For the Insect
It's Grethel, you wally, I've got a sore throat.
No GRETHEL not Ethel. I'm down by the moat
and I'll throw in a potion, a rat and a cock -
oh go on, Rapunzel, I'm down on my luck...
O Who is that calling, out in the fog,
making suggestions for swapping my frog?
Who is that calling, can it be true
I'm being tickled by Little Boy Blue?
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