The Petrified Florist

A goofy Libra

A drafty car

I do believe ya

I've stepped on my guitar

A borrowed bender

A liver ends

Until you've seen her

It's really just pretend

A coward's trade

A careful foray

Against the blade

A patent answer

I can't wait to get my hands on her

The closing of the coor

The blistered buttered roar

Oh, callous even hand

In the village of the damned

A broken glass

A broken table

The spitting image

If I was able

A frightened bird

The written word

This daily logic

Has become absurd

And when you see her smile

I'll have the fever for a little while

You'll never ever leave her

My crippled friend