Such was her attitude
She felt gratitude
For her beatitude
At ending her solitude
Such was her attitude
She felt gratitude
For her beatitude
At ending her solitude
It’s in a state of disgrace
Resulting from detestable
behaviour
Where hatred and
contempt reign
And despicable acts
are the norm
Simple pure
unadulterated odium
Hatred and
condemnation
Loathing and contempt
Disrepute or infamy
Hate coupled with
disgust
Pure unadulterated
odium
That’s why I avoid the
forum
When I was a kid
My sister worked
At the Odeon Wood Green
And got me in for
nothing
I loved the pictures
And I went everyday
It was a special place
to me
Of course, it was a
far cry
From its Roman
namesake
With its grand
architecture
And hi-brow classical
Musical performances
But it was a magical
place
Where I lost myself
In the flickering
shadows
Of movieland
And escaped reality
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived
long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of
her youth
Was etched into her
face
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "is that stuff pro-biotic?
Are you wearing a frown?
Is something getting
you down?
It’s something I’ve
done?
A broken rule? What
another one?
Oh now what is that
look about?
I’ve done it now, no
doubt
Now your arms are
folded
I’m about to get
scolded
No I don’t have a clue
What I’ve done to
upset you
If you don’t tell me
I’ll never guess
The reason for your
distress
So spit it out nice
and plain
To avoid having to say
it again
Ok so the reason for
the frown
Is I didn’t put the
loo seat down
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to see
Rathlin Island clear
as day
And Ballycastle just
beyond