Oh it’s like that is it Wednesday ?
In that case there’s only one thing for it …
stripy socks.
Archives: May 2012
Young spring green leaves
Young spring green leaves
Leading the charge to the sun
Hauling wood up branches
Sucking sap from underground
Clustered thrusting skyward
Green fingered branchlings
Building trees with not
so much a ‘by your leave’
Whole hillsides of relatives
As old as any man living
Standing naked together
Feigning death all winter
Before budding cheekily
Delicate explosions to herald
Young spring green leaves
Letter to Father Christmas
Letter to Father Christmas
William writes to Father Christmas to thank him, but it seems he is not best pleased with the man in red. Written and performed by Dom Gittins
Bojo
Bojo was a man who thought he was a mayor
But he was a total arse
Bojo was adulterous, thought he was a player
Maritally what a farce.
Get whacked, get whacked,
Get whacked on your Etonian bum
Get whacked, get whacked,
Get whacked for beating Livingstone.
Herpetology was more than just a hobby
For one Lambeth boy called Ken
Practically a wizard with a newt or lizard
or politicians (slimy men)
(At this point I have run out of steam … I’ll finish this later …)