[Intro - slow, moody blues guitar riff, 8 bars] [Verse 1 - soft vocals, measured slow blues beat, 16 bars] I sought to test the poet’s form — A flaw, perhaps, in curves divine? So down her panties slid my hand, Along with my old plumb line. [Short instrumental break — guitar lick, 4 bars] [Verse 2 - vocals gain intensity, steady slow blues rhythm, 16 bars] She mumbled verse beneath her breath, As if reciting some old spell, Then pulled the line in with a moan — And claimed my workday straight to hell. [Instrumental interlude — blues harmonica solo, 8 bars] [Verse 3 - vocal slightly gritty, emotional, 16 bars] I reached inside my moaning muse, One finger down her echoing trail. It pulsed with heat, it gripped like truth — But of the line, there was no tale. [Short guitar riff, 4 bars] [Verse 4 - vocals strong, raw, 16 bars] Though losing gear was quite a sob, It vanished deep within her track. At least I slipped in through the back — No soap, no lube — poetry did its job. [Pause — 2 bars] [Chorus - full band, energetic but slow blues groove, 32 bars] Lines may falter, tools may slip, But verses save the sinking ship. No plumb line’s lost, no glory missed — Just dirty rhymes and naughty bliss. No straight lines here, no perfect plan, Just crooked verses, done by hand. Lost my plumb but found the fun — Poetry’s fight is never done. [Outro — slow fade with repeating guitar lick and fading vocals, 8 bars]
