Are you wearing a purple bonnet?
And a pink scarf about
your neck
Well, I don’t know how
to tell you
But you really look
like a prick
Are you wearing a purple bonnet?
And a pink scarf about
your neck
Well, I don’t know how
to tell you
But you really look
like a prick
I told my dad that I had job temping
Which sent him quite dolalli
“Fifteen years of education” he raged
Eccedentesiast describes someone
Who hide their pain
behind a smile
Football supporters
are like that
Especially if you
support Carlisle
My music tastes are quite eclectic
So, in almost any genre I easily fit
From classical to electro swing
But rap music is an oxymoron, isn’t it?
The definition of oxymoron
Well, that should be a breeze
I’ll give you a clue, it’s not
A person too stupid to breathe
How should I begin to describe you?
Well, you are 13 down,
Without exception, and always 2 across
But you have never been 1 down
And sadly not once 19 across
You are four letters
Starting with a S and ending with a Y
You are coffee time and an acrostic too
As well as being cryptic
Let’s try 11 down followed by three across
Which is what might describe you
But I have never known you to be 7 down
A dictionary won’t help me, nor a thesaurus
You are Mind-bendingly
vexatious, unfathomable
Inscrutable and
infuriating enigmatic
And like most women I
have known
You are an unsolvable
puzzle to me
My friends happened to mention that
They didn’t
particularly like butterflies
And my parents lost it
completely,
Not caring for
wherefores or whys
My friends became
persona non grata
Treated as if they
were evil Visigoths
It wasn’t as if they
harmed butterflies
They just thought them
arrogant Moths