Live a full and satisfying life
Make your mark and
don’t regret it
But measure your success
by what
You had to give up in
order to get it
Live a full and satisfying life
Make your mark and
don’t regret it
But measure your success
by what
You had to give up in
order to get it
Once in an age of innocence
When the maids were
chaste
The body was a temple
of love
On which great value
was placed
Now the age of
innocence is dead
Virtue is sacrificed
in haste
Bodies are desecrated
at will
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
His was as pissed as a fart, my son Jon!
Are you wearing a muff?
It’s like a big ball
of fluff
Is it to keep your hands
warm?
That you wear that
muff?
Or is it a hiding place,
for
When you’ve knicked
stuff
If you value your life avoid places
Where demons from hell meet
Like a certain geographical location
Infamously known as Elm Street
Hair of Amber
Falls in curls
Over golden skin
In perfect complement
Like ripened corn
In a summer field
He wandered the streets
Clothed in tattered
rags
And shod in scruffy
boots
That didn’t keep out
the rain
So he turned to crime
To fill his hollow
belly
And then Victorian
justice