The Oracles of antiquity,
Were
portals to the Olympians
So,
the Gods could speak
Directly
to those in their dominions
The Oracles of antiquity,
Were
portals to the Olympians
So,
the Gods could speak
Directly
to those in their dominions
On the bottom of
The
sea it twitches? because
It’s
a nervous wreck
I am a really terrible cook
I’ve
burnt everything so far
I’m
definitely not Cordon Bleu
In
fact I’m more Cordon Noir
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked
in a crumble
Would
that make Greggs
Customers grumble?
I learned a valuable life lesson
And
I’m not eager to repeat my plight
When
I foolishly took a sleeping pill
And
a laxative on the same night
I’ve always accepted the inevitability
Of one day being over the hill
What I didn’t expect was to pick up speed
On the other side of that hill
If it wasn’t for the stress
Which is a feature of my distress
And the resulting nervous energy