i haven't thought about the proper manner
of setting up the fences and the walls
but am now ready to follow your banner
this journey is in need of a smart planner
but no one answers our desperate calls
i haven't thought about the proper manner
i don't have much more right now than a tanner
(although some'd say that was a load of balls)
but am now ready to follow your banner
the signal will be monitored by scanner
we'll catch the villains sitting in the stalls
i haven't thought about the proper manner
the coppers will say that it's not our manor
still i've been out there whistling in the stalls
but am now ready to follow your banner
into the vast machine we'll throw a spanner
we'll catch the boss out while he's in his smalls
i haven't thought about the proper manner
but am now ready to follow your banner
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
03 June 2007
song of the cock-sparrow
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