There was a well-dressed person on a unicycle
And a poorly dressed person
on a bicycle
A more contrasting
pair you could not desire
And the difference
between them was attire
There was a well-dressed person on a unicycle
And a poorly dressed person
on a bicycle
A more contrasting
pair you could not desire
And the difference
between them was attire
There were two pencils
But you could tell
them apart
Quite easily because
One of them looked
sharp
My job chose me, unlike
Ordinary work slaves
I became an undertaker
The auctioneer on the day
Was my best friend Domingo
And he says that the
Auctions
Are like middle class
bingo
My TV programmer is on the blink
The things possessed I'm in no doubt
It records the programs I don't like
And plays them back when I go out
I bought shoes from a drug dealer,
Not my normal purchase
by the way,
And I don’t know what
he laced them with
But I've been tripping
all day
I told my girlfriend that she had
Drawn her eyebrows in too
high
She didn’t say
anything in response
But there was a look
of surprise