They call me Epping
Coz I’m not the full shilling
They call me Epping
Coz I’m just past Barking
They call me Epping
Coz I’m not the full shilling
They call me Epping
Coz I’m just past Barking
Where once was beauty
Now stand the monsters
Towering tall and lean
Arms stretching outwards
These beasts have spread
Across the land and sea
Like a virulent rash
Reaching out to infinity
The towering beasts
Came here to save us
Cleanly making power
Without dirty green house gas
They stand as sentinels
Unsightly and offensive to the eye
Come to save the world
With their clean power supply
In light offshore breezes
Windmill arms turn slowly
It’s a shame they can’t work
When it gets a bit blowy
When I first met my lady
All was well with life
But she soon tried to change me
Once she became my wife
She told me I must save money
And my drinking days were over
But she would still go out
Spending a mint on a make over
I complained about giving up beer
While she wasted cash so readily
She said she spent the money
In order to look pretty for me
I said that before I gave it up
That was what the beer was for
Somehow, I don’t think she’ll return
By the way she slammed the door
One in five bad accidents
Are caused it seems
By drivers who drift off
To the land of dreams
But drivers who fall
Asleep at the wheel
Are the lesser evil
I’m inclined to feel
Because the simple fact
That makes me quake
Is that four out of five
Are wide awake
My dearest friend, thank you
For caring and for sharing
For the loyalty you show me
And for helping me stand tall
When sometimes I feel small
My dearest friend, thank you
For your kindness and steadfastness
For supporting and comforting
And for wiping away my tears
And allaying all my fears
My dearest friend, thank you
For standing by and not asking why
For holding me and emboldening me
For being there at the beginning and the end
Thank you for being my friend
If success you will achieve
Do not ever flatter to deceive
Apply yourself with valiant effort
To gain the important good report
The wayside is littered with the failed
Whose non commitment has prevailed
Don’t aim to highly but do your best
Then let your confidence do the rest
Urvashi, Apsara
Of the clouds and
waters
In Hindu and Buddhist
mythology
A celestial nymph
And celestial maiden
A beautiful
supernatural being
Youthful and elegant,
Who dances to the
music
Of the Gandharvas,
In the palaces of the
Gods,
Entertainer and
seducer
Of Gods and men
An ethereal being
Inhabiting the skies