It was a hot day
At the beach
With all my friends
Bums, each
One got his hands on
This mighty spliff
And he asked me
To take a whiff
But the moment
I toked it up
Cops came busting
And made me stop
This is the story
Of my fate
That when I want it
It is too late
Always the same
Oh I am so lame
About the Author
This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small and On The Buses, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses, the old Pub Clock in the living room and vinyl records on my Garrard record player for example. I like shiny rings, bracelets and necklaces. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.
