<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397452" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A three double session on a Sunday in Cape Town (parody)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(with apologies to Koos A. Kombuis) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart wants to sleep tonight<br>with dull tiredness<br>and my wavy tool<br>is having trouble.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything is squandered, degenerates<br>from the girl at the red traffic light<br>till the platonic smiles<br>of the two dolls in the guest room.<br>If my winds would just stop turning! <br>I would with earthquakes stir their salad! <br>from the Cape Town women on the waterfront<br>everywhere there are neon lights flashing<br>messages that I am celibate<br>and full of expectation.<br>Al my gates are closed.<br>I let no maids in.<br>The party of two has already left, <br>went to the house of another rich jolly guy<br>I am full of my own knowledge.<br>I sneak past the refrigerator<br>wishing the weekend’s hangover away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the suburbs I do not have a horn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All my friends have a session.<br>Everybody is half way mad.<br>Everybody asks girls to undress.<br>Everybody is mad with a small town sex hormone.<br>Only I am more desperate.<br>I do not get a girl in the street.<br>All my friends are undressing the whole time<br>and at times have to leave a girl behind for commitments.<br>Everybody that does not know and can’t even guess.<br>Although I look endowed in the right way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am really endowed.<br>I am really wired desperate.<br>I do not get a girl in the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the front bell rings<br>I am closing inside.<br>I am a ducktail without vitamins.<br>For hours long I bake food and cake.<br>The neighbours compete to be my friends<br>and come from far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say I am celibate.<br>I do not get a girl in the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish that I had been locked open, <br>rather in my parents house<br>between singing girls with condoms, <br>eatable girls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I had been at the end of my struggle<br>right next to the garden gate, <br>while a love girl jogs past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am endowed and have a struggle.<br>My fascism does not draw applause anymore.<br>I have served everyone. Nobody is as low as I am feeling.<br>I am devoted to sex<br>and cripple with delirium.<br>– Be silent my friend, while I am getting an urge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a big fire in my loins<br>while girls are avoiding me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Reference: Driedubbele depressie op ‘n sondagnag in Kaapstad (three double depression on a Sunday night in Cape Town) by Koos A. Kombuis. ]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397452" data-title="A three double session on a Sunday in Cape Town (parody) de Gert Strydom" data-description="(with apologies to Koos A. Kombuis) I My heart wants to sleep tonight with dull tiredness and my wavy tool is having trouble. Everything is squandered, degenerates from the girl at the red traffic light till the platonic smiles of the two doll..."></div> </div> </div>

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