72 Miles From The Sea

Saturday, 9 July 2022

Anna was a good time girl

In fact she really had a ball

And we called her Anna Glypta

As she liked it up against the wall

My dog must be musical

What rubbish I hear you groan

But he must be I tell you

As I saw him eating a trombone

I went on holiday to somewhere unpronounceable

Who have a novel approach to automation

You are not prohibited to own a motor car

Unless it is Red, making them a Red Car-nation

I was stood at the bar last night

When a vampire gave me a fright

As I fully expected him to take a bite

But instead he ordered a blood light

I’m worried about one of my hens

There’s something wrong with Megs

I think she must have been possessed

As she keeps laying Devilled eggs

He certainly wasn’t much of a policeman

Of that there was very little doubt

His colleagues called him the station cat

Because on rainy nights he never went out

Sights, sounds, smells, taste, and touch

It’s funny the things that cause the memories to arise

When all of a sudden memory of my sister flood back

It’s Cilla Black, Port and Lemon and Devon Skies