-*-
11th state anthem
it's the year 1788
New York State agrees to join that great
tax avoidance scheme the USA
man is it late
waiting while the Brits get licked or kicked
up to Canada New Amsterdam
ushers in another tribe of sly
coconut men
few Algonquin wear them ponytails
former slaves decked out in Union Jacks
Dutchmen doubled down on Redcoats' graves
bootblacks leave tips
Wall St where the first stockade withstood
Mohawk & Mohican till they fought
mutual the French & Injun War
ran out on blood
what you're saying ticker tape parades
hail or grapeshot cross Manhattan Long
Island that’s another story this
here is the song
-*-
Hershey’s chocolate heroes
Tintin-itus what a mispronounced
tick the sufferer exhibits trends
such as blind misogyny with crime
busting amends
quiff plus-fours a Crombie overcoat
retro fits the snooper to a time
hardly innocent if not beyond
taking the mick
who would daresay Dan it's fifty-nine
Eagle pecks your eye beware the pond
crossing which as well as drains your brain
points to the end
onwards pilgrim bite their heads off first
dipped in ice cream legs like 99s
hollow torsos filled with walnut whip
aniseed eyes
lick the silver foil collect the set
pressed between the leaves of annuals
Santa brings or state your preference fat
Belgian liqueurs
-*-
on Bogmouth Moor
oozing through the sluice of Bovver’s Strand
stinking rumours consecrate the ground
ditch the 4-wheel drive begin to walk
lolling around
Clarkson's homey comments take the tone
up a click but drop the pace right down
such a whiner forced to wade on bad
legs through the mire
slide’s the word your very footprints suck
all along the simply right & wrong
centrists ins & outs the compromised
died-in-the-woods
toxic cheapskates peddling raucous snide
those that lie for coppers penny shrews
rampant populists the gutter snipe
boilers of newts
low as Bogmouth sinks its height of depth
sure as folks at home you sat & watched
matchless crud purveyors meet their patch
stuck in the blood
-*-
fyeo
I have never understood the games
people play surrounding bed & board
footie I can manage but not break
fast with a broad
Stewie's got a woman on the go
shags the living daylights out of him
not for money nor for love perhaps
yoga's her thing
me I'd love to meet the likes of her
scare the evening skylights out but fun
when the kids are grown up & have gone
gonna get some
Jill was one who didn’t give a damn
Mystic Rose she went by but no man
mastered her had ruined seventeen
husbands in Spain
how the wives reacted I can't say
women always get me in a jam
keep it cool the time the place the plan
drawing away
-*-
turn to Peter
Peter's smashed the car
shagged the girlfriend ate the chips
always on your side
been through everything
after college work & play
hardly fell out once
had some up & downs
like the time in Spain he popped
all the cash on wax
but through tick & tins
buddyness endures the worst
life can throw at them
so he never thinks
twice to ask for his advice
face the Winehouse truth
Pete would know the who
what or which to sacrifice
how to skin the cat
family you see
plus the old school tie a smile
here a favour there
years of getting by
on a prayer yes go to Pete
man who knows his stuff
just a word enough
said to sort the problem out
come on Man pick up
 |
| read all about it! |
