I’ve ambled up to Everest
And made the rounds with boxing champs
Though clever as the cleverest
I don’t know squat about your cramps
I’ve been around the block a lot
Known vixens, vestal virgins, vamps
Except I have one caveat
I’m not familiar with your cramps
Some curios are curious
Some highways have a thing for ramps
Some paramours are amorous
Sometimes I think about your cramps
I’ve shed some light where darkness lay
And turned on lamps of many amps
But where I see myself today
Is in the dark about your cramps
So tell me, dear, or call, or write
I’ll reimburse you for the stamps
Though some might think it impolite
I’d love to hear about your cramps
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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