SOME MEN. XXII
Some men have
no sense of humour,
So intense and
condensed like a tumour,
But ever so often
Their features do soften,
Thank heavens
the mask was a rumour.
Some men have
no sense of humour,
So intense and
condensed like a tumour,
But ever so often
Their features do soften,
Thank heavens
the mask was a rumour.