Henry bounds from his Mercedes car, <br />then flash dances to the Ladies' Bar. <br />He'd pick 'em up quick, that's what he'd pre-dick-t <br />with limp poems chewed like his cigar...<br /><br />Shelley Byron Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-poets-have-great-sex/
