Tuesday, 21 February 2012

titania

I miss you like a nimrod
Sitting in my barrel
Come on over astral nova
Bring a tin of carrots
Bring a swag bag too love
We’ll go out for porridge
Really I’m not hungry, no
But I’m thirsty as a diving board

I would kiss you lip chapped minto
Scampi glossed on Saturday
Come, come, come my funny dodo
Sing me rabid jiffy bags
Chocolate plastic bleeding hair nets
Truth be told its gone all baggy
I will scoff and jeer you pudding
‘Til I die of being Greek

I’m not hungry can’t you feel it
I’m as bright as Nelly's goat
I’m not hungry don’t come near me
I will brew you in my stoat
How I miss you like a bee sting
When the swelling goes all-mottled

Come to me you rabbit drover
Distance is a pan of bottles
Throw a spanner in the loch moll
Let’s get ready set and rusty
Beauty crunch your toffee nipple
Ambience is made of bones
Kidney sweet o fairy nostril
Call me go-go pussy cat
Walls have ashtrays in Dubrovnik
Stun gun soup goes mouldy too

If, I was a film on Sunday
I would make you fall asleep
If, I was a guillotine basket
I would steal you
With my knots
O the rest is couchant spudgeri
I shall invest in a budgeri
Gar
I’m not pylon tree cloud hungeri
Woof woof Puck woof
Blah blah blah.


2/1/12






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