I seek your love but
Get only lust, I seek
passion
Yet I get only sex
I seek your love but
Get only lust, I seek
passion
Yet I get only sex
Outside I was cool
Detached, laidback
Appearing indifferent
Inside I was in
Torment, twisted by jealousy
Envy and bitterness
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
The people behind could see nothing at all
They asked him to move
but he wouldn’t do that
So they pushed him off
and he went splat
She made women chatter at the regatta
But she made men quiver
on the river
And when she was
floating in a punt
There was absolutely
nothing to see
Are you clinically obese?
Is your alcohol intake
quite scary?
Do you like to dress
up as a woman?
Walkers’ crisps should be forced to comply
With trade description
legislation
And stop disappointing
their customers
With their artificial
flavourization
When purchasing a bag
of Walkers crisps
The refined palate of
an epicurean
Would be gravely
disappointed if they did not
Taste of Rambler,
Hiker or Pedestrian
When Artie Shaw
Was the King of Swing
His liquorice stick
Was made to sing
With a beat
To tap your toe too
Or melodies
To serenade you
Swing to get the kids
A jumping
Tunes to get the blood
A pumping
Artie Shaw and his
Tuneful clarinet
The King of Swing
Was as good as they
get