ON THE ROCKS
Vodka with ice is bad
for you
Rum with ice is bad
for you
Whiskey with ice is
bad for you
Gin with ice is bad
for you
I think we should
refrain
From using ice, don’t
you
ON THE ROCKS
Vodka with ice is bad
for you
Rum with ice is bad
for you
Whiskey with ice is
bad for you
Gin with ice is bad
for you
I think we should
refrain
From using ice, don’t
you
If you walk into everything
Because your eyesight
is chronic
Then the next thing
you should do
Is walk into the walk
in clinic
Since the days of the bow street runners
When they numbered but
a few
There have been slang
names
For our wonderful boys
in blue
From the old bill and
lily law
To the filth, pigs and
Bobbies
The fuzz, the plod and
the Rozzers
To the Peelers,
Coppers and Bizzies
This is just the tip
of the ice berg
There are many more I know
I find some of the
modern ones
Just a little absurd
though
I get the cultural
reference
In calling the police
5 0
But I think it’s a bit
pre school
Calling the police,
the Po Po
I’m trying to eat more healthily
Because you really
can’t beat it
But when I buy rocket
salad
It goes off before I
can eat it
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