This is an idea from someone else
To have feathers to write about
It could be a plume topic
And ticklish too no doubt
A feather boa wraps my throat
Such a glamourous feel
Dangling down, swinging 'round
Instant fluff appeal
Feather Boas 2
Though my feather boa's gaudy
It makes me gorge-ee-ous
Ruffled feathers will be smoothed
By men who're clamorous
Other women get so catty
'Cos I'm a glamour puss
Tar and Feathers
'Twas the night before the wedding
To Sue, a friend of Heather's
The best man had it all mapped out
He bought the tar and feathers
The groom went off with all the boys
Not knowing what they'd planned
First they got drunk in a bar
From which they then got banned
They chained the poor bloke to a pole
And slapped on tar and then
Applied the feathers to his body
Then got the hydrogen
They made a bomb to blow him up
Said "This has gone too far!"
The bride-to-be came looking
They saw her in her car
His kiss was like a feather touch,
so soft I hardly felt it.
Like a shadow in the night,
soft and gentle on my lip.
This topic could get strained
By people who are feather-brained.
e.g. perhaps me.
How many fevvers on frush's froat?
Free farsand, free hundred and firty-free.
le fantôme amical
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