On my knees I am,
The pressure, the weight,
To please those dearest femme,
Should for Victoria I wait,
Amber too now in the dark of night,
Will be coming to sort things out,
Bring with her entourage, delight,
It’s not I am prone to pout,
No, just want to be my best,
Make them happy, make them smile,
Ach, with weapons they are blessed,
To please them all will take a while,
Fearsome lashes did she promise,
But moon keeps secrets close to chest,
I can imagine what it is,
Again I’ll do my best,
Now sis of Edvard will protect me,
But only from her brother dear,
She said there’ll be a tiny fee,
But still I have my fear,
Georg, or Edvard, I tell you now,
You don’t know what you’ve begun,
I’m sweating at the brow,
For Vick, she is no nun,
Now I’m half ways down the ground,
Thank god, my weapon holds me up,
A wholesome weight it is, if measured pound for pound,
But feel that something got to pop.©24/10/2009
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