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Oh, my darling, Clementine.

Posted on October 26, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Oh, my darling,

oh, my darling,

oh, my darling, Clementine,

they say our love’s immoral,

but, I believe that it’s fine;

when you wrap your segments tight around me,

the feeling, is divine.

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Was Donald Pleasance a Vegan? – a song.

Posted on September 14, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Donald Pleasence

won’t eat pheasants

now he’s dead;

and, when alive, he was a Vegan,

so he ate beans instead –

I may have made that up,

it’s the sort of thing I do,

I’m a writer, and a poet,

and a singer,

‘How d’you do?’

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The Flying Scots Man

Posted on September 4, 2020 by | Leave a comment

The Flying Scots Man flew away,

heading for old ‘Frisco Bay;

but, his mind was set on other things,

like ‘how to fly, when you have no wings!’.

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Say ‘Ling!’

Posted on August 28, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Say, ‘Ling!’

Ling?

Ling!

Ling!

We are saying ‘Ling!’

across the water

then home again.

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Eusébio

Posted on July 25, 2020 by | Leave a comment

This is a song that I wrote, based upon my experiences, when I was travelling in Brazil on my ‘Mind the Gap’ year, it’s called ‘Eusébio’’

(use slow, sad chords)

Eusébio,

I say, ‘Natural odour’.

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Vegans in Space

Posted on June 21, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Those Vegans in space

they are so gravity free,

no animals there

to suffer cruelty.

Vegans in space

just floating around

considering their options

for reaching the ground.

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All those comedy shows from long ago on the radio… – a song.

Posted on June 6, 2020 by | Leave a comment

(Aka ‘I still hear your voice’)

I still hear your voice

on the radio,

though you died, in reality,

a long time ago,

a-ah-hah!

a-ah-hah.

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This Mexican Song

Posted on May 19, 2020 by | Leave a comment

This is a Mexican song, allegedly about two brothers, both firemen in La Fiuerro del Servicio de Mechico Nationale (the Mexican National Fire Service); twins they were, and no one could tell them apart – sometimes they even confused themselves as to whom was whom.

One brother, we shall call him José, was the oldest by a matter of minutes, the other… Joseby was the younger by a similar amount of minutes.

I give you ‘Chihuahua!’

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In Cornwall…

Posted on April 29, 2020 by | Leave a comment

In Cornwall…

At half-past-two

the sky is blue

there’s not a cloud to see;

by half-past three

it rains on me,

and it also rains on you.

Which is the sort

of thing we get…

in Cornwall.

We go for a drive

down narrow lanes,

in our shiny motor car,

but the lane is only

just

wider than we are;

and then we have to factor

in the meeting of a tractor,

and reversing is all we seem to do,

Which is just the sort

of thing we get…

in Cornwall.

But, we love living here…

in Cornwall.

In Cornwall

we spend our nights and days,

for Cornwall

has its own special ways,

forever want to stay…

in Cornwall.

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Social Distancing – a song

Posted on March 25, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Imagine if you lived

in a first-floor flat,

a first-floor flat,

a first-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a first-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in a fourth-floor flat,

a fourth-floor flat,

a fourth-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a fourth-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in a fifth-floor flat,

a fifth-floor flat,

a fifth-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a fifth-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in a fifty-fifth-floor flat,

a fifty-fifth-floor flat,

a fifty-fifth-floor flat,

imagine if you lived

in a fifty-fifth-floor flat

and you couldn’t use the lift.

Imagine if you lived

in times like these –

ah…no need to imagine

because we do.

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