[From The Jock Cheese Platter, lyrics by HBF and RHB. Possible the only known case in history of the drummer getting to put one over on the bass player.]
Kerry, dear,
I importune you -
Be not so distant, nor so cold:
A woman scorned might, as you do,
Such frosty gaze for so long hold.
But I am your true devotee,
Who nightly, always, sees your face -
Could you gaze so when you see me?
Does not my self that look erase?
�Women!�, men say, �just can�t trust her� -
In smoky bars men yell, �Your shout�;
Four pots later, one will mutter:
�Can�t live with 'em; can�t live without.�
Kerry, dear, I know this doctrine,
Heard in change rooms, crude and loose -
Seen a footy player winkin� -
�Fellas, I gave her God�s own juice.�
Surely, dear, you cannot believe me
Such a one as these brutish men?
They know of girls - but can�t you see
They know not thus of real women?
Yet so unmoving still you sit:
Dimpled chin, a noble lion -
Pausing to note with green felt tip -
Oh, my flame: Kerry O�Brien.
Kerry, dear, there is no other
Who I could ever compare thee:
Hear my plea, oh distant lover:
I�m yours forever,
Wayne Carey.
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