SKIN DEEP

I don't believe opposites attract; I think opposites attack!

SKIN DEEP

 

An acupuncturist fell in love

With a hemophiliac named Lynn

Despite all the good advice given him.

 

"We're in love," said the good doctor.

"Against all your odds we will win."

Then he put away his professional needles and pins.

 

"What good's a practice that brings me wealth

If it threatens the health of my darling Lynn.

To keep it and prosper? Wouldn't that be a sin?"

 

So he tried, how he struggled,

How his poor head would spin,

Keeping sharp things far from deathly pale Lynn.

 

Her fear that suddenly she'd get herself pricked

Was slowly but surely getting under his skin.

He found himself sitting on needles and pins.

 

 

"I love her, but, Lord, how I miss acupuncture!"

So each night he'd go down to the basement and grin

As he fondled his professional needles and pins.

 

 

"I love her, but, Lord, how I miss acupuncture!"

So each night he'd go down to the basement and grin

As he fondled his professional needles and pins.

 

"Are you done, Dear? Won't you come up to bed?"

"In a minute," he called, then called it again.

"Give me a minute. I'll be right up, Lynn."

 

 

The moral of this story is love's not enough.

A bleeder should never succumb to love's whims,

At least not with somebody into needles and pins.