On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the west
Where it was possible to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards the west
Where it was possible to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
Hickory dickory dock
The mice ran up the clock
The clock struck one
But the others escaped unscathed
Are you wearing denim?
I didn’t know you could still buy it
It’s just like I remember
And it still smells like shit
Apparently, my Dad
Has the memory of an Elephant
When he was a boy
He went Zoo and saw an Elephant
Sights, sounds, smells, taste and touch
It’s
funny the things that cause the memories to arise
When
all of a sudden memory of my Brother flood back
It’s
Barry White, Wine gums and Apple Pies
Like a gaggle of geese
The hen party traversed
The gaudy Blackpool strip
From bar to bar
And club to club
The tarty group
In their shameless parade
The legless slappers
Ended the night
Even more undignified
Than they had begun it
“If that’s possible”
Sitting in the gutter
In their own piss and vomit
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
One
possibility is in suspense
That
makes the adrenalin flow