im still waiting for that kiss when my leg [(P o p s)]*

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, / Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Me and my Pops, we never really had a real relationship.

Pops. That's what we called him.

If something pops in my mind and it's easy, I write it.

The clock's ticking, Pops, and I'm only getting older.