Bimbette went home to see her mum
And found her acting
quite funny
She was sat on the
dining room floor
And appeared to be
counting her money
But it was all coins
of copper and silver
Then she started
crying which was strange
Having never seen her
like this, she asked
"Mum, are you
going through the change?"
All I can do is stand and stare
At the Auburn headed
maiden fair
The girl with the
shinning brown hair
Oh, beautiful maiden
standing there
With tresses of
reddish-brown hair
Please be the answer
to my prayer
Heralding the dawn,
The first fingers of
light
Steal in through the
glass
Penetrating the gloom
Waking me from my
slumber
And stirring me from
my dreams
Which but a moment ago
Were vividly real and
tangible
Yet now are only half
remembered things
Drifting away like
mist on the breeze
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother
forty whacks,
When she saw what she
had done,
She gave the bitch
another one
Are you wearing a vest?
Fitting snugly to your
chest
Well, it’s about your
vests cosy fit,
Mono browed women with un-waxed moustaches
Wearing tight leggings
too small for their asses
Fat sausage fingers
and huge bingo wings
These are a few of my
least favourite things
