he was not so tall and rather fat

He had a labrador and a limping cat

Born in a country with a broken heart

He had enough money and a credit card

Told bedtime stories to his Teddybear

gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear

he had a small apartment (what a lovely sight)

He watched MTV all night

Where the hell was friendship

He must have turned it off

And most of all he wondered what is love

What the hell is love



he enjoyed the silence more and more

As he heard the door slam right next door

He had a fancy Parker and a diary

In which he wrote some poetry

And as he went to bed at night

The cats eyes gave him ample light

To make him lie awake and see

The content of his misery