Once upon an evening dreary, while I walked the street and drank my beery
Over Heineken, conversation and and snacks galore
While to the sex show I was clapping, from the bedroom there came a tapping
As of something large loudly flapping, flapping at my soul's door,
'Tis something fierce', I muttered, flapping at my soul's door,
Only this and nothing more
Ah distinctly I remember it was in that cool December,
And each seperate blogspot member wrought their presence upon the floor,
Eagerly I wished the morrow, - vainly I had sought to borrow
From their herbal remedies of sorrow - sorrow stolen from laughs galore,
For that bright and evergreen laden, plant that Sherpas grow galore -
Nameless here for evermore
And that lively dancer's hustling of each red curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic sensation rarely felt before
So that now, to still the aching in my loins, I stood there quaking
Reciting 'There lies a dancer beyond that door,
Some late visitors she tries to entice through her red door -
This she seeks, and nothing more
Presently my resolve grew stronger, hesitating for a moment longer,
'Ma'am said I, or Madam, your advances I must ignore
But the fact is I was trapping, through my smokey haze you started tapping,
Ever so subtly tapping, tapping at my tambourine door,
That I scarce could barely hear you' - here I walked away from that floor
And left in sheer darkness the red Dutch whore
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no blazer ever dared to dream before
But the silence was then broken, and through the darkness I heard spoken,
The only words of remedy for my maladies of yore 'Magic Mushroom special token'
He whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, 'And happy trees we have galore'
Twas heaven on Earth and true bliss I found, forever more
And there I sat, in smoke filled joy, my heart beating like that tapping toy,
Which wrenched me from the darkness I traversed through just before,
That special night from whenst I came, on that street which bears no name,
Seeking, lurking, blindly following that sensation that brought the travellers four
Who came to this city, with rampant thoughts both wild and witty, of blissful herbal glam,
And where we landed, though at times feeling stranded was in truth Utopian Amsterdam
