A Poet and a loose goose A beam with an empty noose Ramshackle existence, ravens chuck… Spiders webs hang, slumbering on w… Ultimately crisp bags, packets hal…

Wandering around in Silky Pyjamas Playing a trombone The dusty old red curtains hang From the chipped framed window A material like face gurning

I’m cooking love, it smells so nic… I’m cooking love, I’m eating life Gosh! It tastes so nice The best taste in life I’m cooking love

When music makes you look a fool And your deluded with being cool And your ears don’t register at al… And you sound like your singing Like a cat in a swimming pool

My homes next door to the asylum In the garden there’s a cave full… The Mad Hatter and me are having… He’s in his 10/6 pence Hat And I’m feeding the Asylum Cat

As my avenue eyes Glimpse and venture Upon scatters of fresh meadows Of warm grown words As your tears trail upon

I’ve been sleeping in the alleys Slaving in the galleys Drinking, to my heads a throb I’ve been seeking the Big issues With a face full of tissues

A slip in the dripping croak of di… A campaign to relax in sci fi From a clapping ball boy in Berli… The lucrative freaky can of worms A social media Polaris stinking

I’ve been pulling on a church bell… Trying to encourage some hope In my Elton John high platform sh… And my hair spiked upwards, in sup… I’ve climbed on the church slate r…

Triggering a dramatic chain of eve… With dim witted friends And exposing ignorance of transpla… To the flat like a cattle rancher Outside an engineers truck, loses…