Nazism was like a cancer
Spread across the
continent
And when Hitler was
defeated
It was not a cure, for
the cancer
But merely in
remission
Nazism was like a cancer
Spread across the
continent
And when Hitler was
defeated
It was not a cure, for
the cancer
But merely in
remission
Original Fairy Tales
Were not devised
To scare children
And inform them
That monsters existed
Children already knew
There were monsters
What Fairy Tales did
Was to teach children
That monsters
Could be beaten
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a Pub,
And how do you think
they got there?
The butcher, the
baker,
The candlestick-maker,
They can’t remember to
tell the truth
And to be honest they
don’t really care
Are you wearing black gloves?
Oh, it’s one of your
naked escapades
Just gloves and
matching shoes
Well, you look like
the five of spades
My dad bought a new red Mini
He had it parked up at
home
With a go faster
stripe down the side
And brightly polished
chrome
It had leather seats
And the dash was
polished wood
It was nineteen sixty-two
And it looked like a
Mini should
My Satnav is a very helpful device
But you don’t need to take
its advice
Sometimes you have to
give it a rest
Because it doesn’t
always know best
His head was so full of filth
And dirty thoughts
Which all centred
around
Getting into her
shorts
And when the act was
culminated,
By all reports
It was clear he wasn’t
the only one
With dirty thoughts