Goodbye Mother T
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of their poverty
And they gathered again and again
God set you on the treadmill
And he made you change your name
And it’s been told to
me that since you died
They put your sandals
in the bin
But having them to cling to
When the pain set in.
I would have liked to have sold them
For just a few quid.
But your Sandals were thrown out long before
One, two, three, four, five.
Once I caught a fish alive,
But what we couldn’t
see
The fish was full of Mercury
Don’t worry about your age
You may look old and
crappy
But you still deserve
to have
A birthday that’s
happy
Dearest friend
You know the song in
my heart
And when I am low
And I have forgotten
the words
You sing it back to me
Thank you for being my
friend
Put downs work the best
For deflecting
unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the
tension
“Hey baby, what's your
sign”?
Is a question he may
tender
So just reply to him
We make a living by what we get
That’s one way to live
But the alternative is
we make a life
By what we give
There was a craze not long ago
A kind of country pursuit
A sport known as cow
tipping
Perpetrated by callow
youth
Now due to the
recession
There is a new craze
to report
A rural epidemic, fly
tipping
It’s popular but not
much of a sport
