I'M READY

—to be James Hurley
to your Donna Hayward
but I'll keep it all down
till we tumble hayward

—to be James Dean
to your Julie Harris
but we won't leave Eden
'cept under Polaris

—to be James Morrison
to your Pamela Courson
but this won't be the end, boo,
till we've borne sons

—to be James Joyce
to your Nora Barnacle
but I won't write you letters
in a vein that's scatological

I'm Ready as anybody can be
like my man Muddy
I'm Ready like the people get
for the one love spat by Marley

from Brampton, ON to Saint John, NB
I'm Ready to trough them J.R. Tallies

by: scratchin' menace