Getting to Loathe You
Dinner jacket,, morning-suit
Both go well with purple boots -
Daubed with treacle, doused with Schnapps
Time to play a game of Krapp's
Time to sing a cheery lay
In the merry month of May
Hot tobogan, melting glue
Both rush down the hill at speed
Through the forest, cross the copse
Time to spray the neighbour's crops
With the finest wheaten beer
Filtered through my bladder, dear
Old Bob Dylan, spruce U2
Mott the Hoople, Status Who?
Elvis Presley, Tommy Steele
Time to play for Howard Keel
At the concert in the skies
With my thumbs between my thighs
Eustace Jäntzen, what's your name?
Why is everyone the same?
Daubed with butter, dipped in Gin,
Take my haddock for a spin!
Drive it down the road a bit
Hope to stop before the pit
Boris Becker, Johnny Mac
All the crew from up the track,
Spread with lard and grilled for hours
They don't live for sex and flowers
They live to hit each others' balls
Into suburban shopping malls
Contributors: | loaf, fester, Roland, Apsley, Beefy, P, Glyn, TG, Fatty. |
Poem finished: | 13th December 2000. |