Poems For Laila Tina
look there is Marina
she lived in Argentina
for the last
fivehundredforty years
her real name is Carina
but friends may call her Tina
shes living in my house
on floor sixteen
she never wrote a letter
thought shes someone better
since she met this native
called José
her hair has been
grown longer
her bodys a bit stronger
since her last adventure
with a star
c´est formidable
hey Tina, ho Tina
we had never met before
but I would go and get you
if I could
hey Tina, ho Tina
youre a hipcat anyway
things are getting better
hole in the head
just my fancy neighbour
was nutty on that woman
he tried everything to get close
once I saw him waiting
screened by an old mainspring
he thought she would fancy
what a drag
hey Tina…
finally Katrina
popped off in Pasadena
for a stolen sugar in a bar
now she is the weeper
an unregarded creeper
popped off in Pasasdena
as a joke
hey Tina…
