I had to write something –
I just had to;
and then my muse
blew a fuse
(which is liable to confuse
the best of us,
never mind the rest of us).
So, here I stand,
in the dark,
fiddling with muse wire
at the muse box,
and I have the wrong type of screwdriver –
typical!
I guess I shall just have to wait
until the light of dawn,
as I hesitate to reinstate
the power that fuels my thought –
even though I ought.
Here comes our noble Chairman,
running round the block;
he only wears one trainer,
and a very holy sock;
nothing else at all
to hide us from the shock
of the very noble Chairman,
who is running round the block.
Here comes Tony,
Here comes Heather,
Here they come again;
it’s puzzle weather.
Every time it’s rains,
it’s always the same
here comes Tony,
here comes Heather;
“Have you got a game?
It’s puzzle weather!”
1.
These are the gang from Abadare,
Vince and Freddie, and one not there;
Veronica, Simon, and Ned the ghost,
their motto seems to be, ‘In bread we toast’.
—//—
2.
In the beginning was the word;
just before the word was the letter;
and just after the word was the phrase,
‘Oh, my God!’ or ‘All my days!’
—//—
3.
Audience: Who doesn’t love a rhetorical question?
—//—
4.
The skink,
I think,
just does not blink,
he stares and stares
and dares you to outstare him.
The skunk,
on the other hand,
is thunk
to blunk a lot.
—//—
“Isabella”
1st verse
Isabella!
Isabella!
Isabella
necessary on a bike.
2nd verse
Not necessara
Not necessara
Not necessarily;
you can have a parpy horn,
if you like
NB the song could stop after the first verse, or the second verse could be distanced by some time from the first, or it could be sung all in one go. Choices!
I do do like a dodo;
or I dodo like a do do;
I am never really sure.
One day I will know who it is that I am,
and what it is I’m for.
There once was a bat, upside down
whose smile was perceived as a frown;
she now cries as she hangs,
people shy from her fangs
and call her a miserable clown.
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