31 January 2013
So you seem to believe it's tonight, you say
Even though the sky's five hundred shades of grey.
Don't you delight in passionate array
Usual suspect with devilish ways.
Can't hold it back now the notion's in place
Though taming the shrew's a frantic old race;
Inside I've a nature less poise and grace
Only bumps and stumbles, not allure to amaze.
No, strip tease loses its arousing effect
Sapped by the comedy of the Bridget Jones Effect.
Crash, Bang, Wallop • Opuss № I