72 Miles From The Sea

Thursday, 2 September 2021

Old King Cole

Was a merry old soul,

But when he sobered up

He was miserable git

There was a well-dressed person on a unicycle

And a poorly dressed person on a bicycle

A more contrasting pair you could not desire

And the difference between them was attire

There were two pencils

But you could tell them apart

Quite easily because

One of them looked sharp

My job chose me, unlike

Ordinary work slaves

I became an undertaker

As my name is Phil Graves

The auctioneer on the day

Was my best friend Domingo

And he says that the Auctions

Are like middle class bingo

I bought shoes from a drug dealer,

Not my normal purchase by the way,

And I don’t know what he laced them with

But I've been tripping all day

Social distancing and self-isolation

Is not a difficult thing to implement

When you’re in Wormwood Scrubs

And placed in solitary confinement