Warm Hands
By birksy
He’s having the time of his life, He’s walking in his own uniform, And when it’s time to lay his hands He makes sure he’s got them nice and warm. The jokes on them and they simply don’t know, He’s making his own set of rules, They sit and wait in his room outside, A sort of gathering of fools. And he doesn’t really care what they’re like, He rarely even asks of their name, The kick he gets playing with them, Has always been the same. But now look who’s walked in, A belle wearing a uniform which makes his heart soar, And though he wasn’t expecting an examination today, He gets to feel the long arm of the law. Written January 1st, 1999 © on Jul 25 2001 05:18 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 14
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