Once upon a movie screen,
I saw a man, dark and lean.
Born an Englishman some years ago,
Your name Is Clive, which I love so.
Too bad you're married,
I missed my chance,
But hey, I'm married too,
let's take off our pants.
Our affair can be brief,
I'm o.k. with that.
Now get on the bed,
And no- I don't do scat*.
(*what did you think I meant, you dirty little birds?)
16 comments:
The black shirt/white bowtie look wouldn't work for everyone. I myself, for instance, would look like I was in a weird 80s synthesizer pop band or something. Points to Mr. Owen for always bringing the style.
Yucky...scat and Clive.
Scat: what Meatloaf was singing about. I would do anything for love, but I won't do scat.
PS My husband could have written this ode to Clive. Scary.
He does look rather scrumptious in that picture doesn't he ?
You know what I would dip my chips in? Sour Cream and Clive!
And...
Happy Birthday!
is this about me???
Even we lesbos think the Clive's hot.
Scat - well what do you think of that? I think Clive is more prone to do the jive. I will stop now.
you know, i have this insane adversion to scat also--but i'm not going to lie, for clive, i'd probably try it...
That was seriously the best poetry i've ever read!
He's HOT. But I have a thing for englishmen.
Sorry, I had to Google him ... seems okay, but he's no Gregory Peck (my hero).
Clive has been my role model for years. Now I just need to perfect the accent... and I will be him!
=:-)
Yummy, yummy.
He totally should have been the next 007 instead of that blonde person.
(Although I'm surprised at how well Daniel Craig did on his Bond portrayal, and he's pretty hot, too.)
**Sigh** So dreamy.
oh, no, wait. NOW j'adore. and a little wet.
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