"I Love You, Alice The Smokeless"
When people say what's up?
I say what's down will come around.
Then you will know what's up is upside down.
I stumble and bumble, as I fumble.
Tying to unhook a brassiere.
Just to sneak a look.
Like the culinary cook.
Cooking with a booking.
For two at The Cellar Club.
With my true love.
Who's as pure and innocent as a bar of Dove.
I love you Alice B. Toke less.
Because you smoke less.
I can't see or hear you.
Like the earth's mirrors.
It can't be seen or heard spinning on top of the globe's stage.
But we must always age.
Like a fine dinner wine.
You sparkle and shine.
So will the rest of the world.
In its time.
By Jonathan Billet
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