There once was a man from my past
who’s memory was stuck quite fast
with a blade up his neck
he shaved every fleck
till that skin was clean from the last
yet here this man in question
had thoughts of wicked intention
as each month began
to my door with plan
he came to claim new possession
one day was him for a shirt
an absurd collar did we insert
twas white and with cuff
of cotton and stuff
arrang'd to sooth down his hurt.
