Those were the days of wonders
Whose lays I can’t but ponder
When words were true and pristine
And nights were filled with laughter
Then came the wispy fluorine
With bangs of soft oily sheen
And beads that swing in abandon
And thos two pointy collines
And so happened the abduction
That sucked at all the attraction
Yo lazy days of languid vows
And starry nights of passion
So now I gaze with head bowed
At grazing cows and grey clouds
And wonder if I dreamt it all
Those starry nights of languid vows.