My ducks are most definitely not in a row
The whereabouts of some of them I do not know
And I’m almost certain one of them is a crow
My ducks are most definitely not in a row
The whereabouts of some of them I do not know
And I’m almost certain one of them is a crow
The old chicken stopped laying eggs
And when investigating the cause
The local vet soon discovered that she
Was going through the henopause
I decided to do an evening class
And I chose the Carpenters one
We haven’t made anything yet
Because “We’ve only just begun”
Mary wore a little skirt
With splits right up the sides
And everywhere Mary went
Boys could feast their eyes
I was ready, without a doubt
Ready for the one
I was set on the start
line
Heart beating at the
run
Then bang!
Went loves starting
gun
“She’s ticking all the boxes”
I thought to myself
When I first laid eyes
on her
But of course she
wasn’t perfect
That would have been a
claim too far
Then when we spoke, at
length
More boxes were
checked
But again she fell
short of the summit
But then who wants
perfection
Which is in reality
subjective
I have met girls in my
life
Slightly more than
ordinary
But thought themselves
perfect
And others nearly
perfect
And thought themselves
ordinary
This girl was as close
to it
As I had ever come
Or wanted to come
For if she was to be
flawless
That would be
unnatural
As well as undesirable
For it’s in the
imperfections
Where character lies
Oh wind of love,
Blow my way
Have influence over me
Like the moon does the
tides
Bring music into the
silence
And shine your light
Into every darkened
corner
And fill my world with
love