There was a crow sat on a stone
And
there he sat and ate his scone
When it was gone, when there was none
He sat and ate his Chelsea bun
There was a crow sat on a stone
And
there he sat and ate his scone
When it was gone, when there was none
He sat and ate his Chelsea bun
It seems that pornography
Is frowned upon
But I think that’s just all
The concentration
My girlfriend says she’s middle class
And I laugh in her face
She’s clearly working class
Because at her dad’s place
They have a television
That’s bigger than their bookcase
I watched a riveting documentary
On television last night
It was all about how ships were
Put together by shipwrights
Phil Lynott was robbed by a Gypsy
And searched for him wide and far oh
He caught him and took him home
Pythagoras would have beleived
Every triangle was a love triangle
Not simply because of the mathematics
But because he loved triangles
The thing that gives me anxiety
Are people reading my stories
But even worse than that are
People not reading my stories