Crowd Anthem: It’s better than none,
it’s better,
it’s better than none,
it’s better…
.
Three lines on my shirt,
who’s to say I’m dreaming?
Nearly 60 years of Burt-
-(‘s son)
my poetic licence screaming,
.
I’ll chew on my scone
until it is gone!
.
Three lines on my shirt,
poetry lies teeming;
Three lines on my shirt,
my scone should have had some cream in;
Three lines on my shirt,
using a semi-permanent marker;
Three lines on my shirt,
the white wash will get darker;
Three lines on my shirt,
and that’s why I’m a poet;
‘it’s not a real shirt!’
someone told me, so I know it.
.
Three lines… (repeat until the very end)
.
On my shirt (add and repeat until the very end
.
… and one dry scone –
it’s better than none,
it’s better!
SD Repeat Ad Nauseum
