In my youth I looked fearlessly
At long distant hills
Squinting to bring
them into focus
With a feeling of
contempt
But old age has
quickly delivered me
To those once distant
hills
As now I stand before
them
And I am fearful
Feeling contempt for
myself
For not embracing
every step
Along that short journey
But its only idle
reflection
And regret is useless
For the hills are no
longer distant
And now the race is
almost run
Hey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet,
The Bankers of London should wear scarlet;
As a mark of dishonour to shame them
But they carry on as before these banking men
Are you wearing
“Lily of the valley”?
It smells very much
Like you are Sally
So don’t deny it
I can tell that it’s
true
“Lily of the valley”?
How old are you?
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Uni
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the debaters
When it says Expostulate,
Expostulate
Did you hear about the guy?
Who was guillotined
and how
His whole left side
was cut off
Obviously, he's all
right now
I had to run for the train
And I had my laptop
with me
And now it doesn’t
work
I must have jogged the
memory
In a democracy,
It’s your vote that
counts;
Which seems perfectly
fair
In feudalism,
It’s your Count that
votes.
Did you see what I did
there?
