Michael Stone
New Member
There is a young man in Toronto,
who can't find a girl he can hold onto.
His love life is tragic,
an absence of magic,
Where have all the women gone to?
So he channels his passions to write,
it helps him get through the night.
In the lonely midnight hours,
between the cold showers,
He lets his imagination take flight.
There is an undying dream,
that never loses its steam,
That one of his stories will sell.
And with celebrity and wealth,
and the keeping of health,
The girls will be ringing his bell!
who can't find a girl he can hold onto.
His love life is tragic,
an absence of magic,
Where have all the women gone to?
So he channels his passions to write,
it helps him get through the night.
In the lonely midnight hours,
between the cold showers,
He lets his imagination take flight.
There is an undying dream,
that never loses its steam,
That one of his stories will sell.
And with celebrity and wealth,
and the keeping of health,
The girls will be ringing his bell!