Simon the landscape gardening man
Will
turn his hand to what he can
So
not just gardens attract his attention
Its
not just horticultural dedication
It’s
to the wives of clients he is drawn
As
he tends to garden and to lawn
And
when he’s finished laying the patios
He
lays the clients wife before he goes
The funeral directors
Have
an annual dinner dance
You
should go some time
If
you get the chance
The
foods not up to much
Considering
it cost a packet
The
strangest dish however
Is
“Chicken in a Casket”
People of a certain generation
Older
than baby boomers anyway
Know
exactly what they were doing
The
day Oswald assassinated JFK
I
have no inkling what I was doing
I
was only seven years old you see
I
would definitely know however
Had
they assassinated Mr Pastry
I
do know what I was doing exactly
When
first I heard Bohemian Rhapsody
I
remember like it was yesterday
And
who I did it with on her settee
Time
itself is infinite
So
infinite as to be immeasurable
By
time itself
Our
own time, upon our earth
A
lifetime is so short
A
life’s time passes in an instant
So
quickly
It
would fail to register
As
the merest twitch
Of
the sweep hand
On
the mighty time piece
The
great universal clock
In these trying times
Innovation is required
To make the most
Of any opportunities
Like a pop-up restaurant
Which sells toast
Does
anyone think is Tom Good?
Did
anyone else think Natalie Wood?
Does
anyone know was Lionel Blue?
Did
anyone know if Nancy Drew?
The
kids have a happy meal
When
we go to McDonalds
Why
don’t they extend the range?
To
meet demands at Ronald’s
As
we’re not always happy
Hysterical
or even jolly
What
about manic-depressives
And
the sad and the melancholy
Instead
of a plastic toy
Perhaps
a more practical addition
With
every melancholy meal
A
pot of Valium or Mogadon
