The Progressive Poetry Thread!

While I was away, she knew that I knew, what she had done...<br>

I don't have to point any fingers or name any names.

I don't have to point any fingers or name any names.<br>because it's the guilt on their faces and their stories that are lame.

While I was away, she knew that I knew, what she had done...<br>It might've been illegal, but it sure was fun.........

I don't have to point any fingers or name any names.<br>because it's the guilt on their faces and their stories that are lame.<br>especially when those stories they tell, are always the same.

I don't have to point any fingers or name any names.<br>because it's the guilt on their faces and their stories that are lame.<br>especially when those stories they tell, are always the same.<br>Come on everyone...those stories are intricate parts of the Masters game<br>

<span>It's a strange situation, there's no cause for alarm</span>

<span>It's a strange situation, there's no cause for alarm</span><br>just ask ole Willy about the plastic cows outside his farm

While I was away, she knew that I knew, what she had done...<br>It might've been illegal, but it sure was fun.........<br>I guess you all now know that it did involve a gun<br>for she was an expert shot, while undercover, as a nun

He went to go see them with Sally on his arm<br>