72 Miles From The Sea

Sunday, 25 September 2022

St. Swithin's day if thou be fine

For forty days the sun will shine

And if you believe that you’ll believe anything

Are you wearing a top hat?

Its height certainly exceeds

You’re trying to look taller?

A philosophy a wise man heeds

Is that a man is only as tall

As the sum of his deeds

Look it’s not like I’m hurting anyone

It’s not like I fell for her out of habit

And can I say I’m only human after all

So, is it weird that I fancy Jessica Rabbit?

You know it really gets me down

As you wait patiently in the queue

And some numpty shopper behind

Runs his trolley into the back of you

Snowflakes must never be

Caught in your open mouth

Until you’re sure that all

The birds have flown south

Is there anything more annoying?

Can there ever be any doubt

When you can never get anything

Back in a box the way it came out

Things licked off knives and spoons,

Which can be any soupcon or delicacy,

During the process of preparation

Are absolutely devoid of calories