Ruin roamed on roman roads
While red was the night sun
The moon was out,without a doubt
‘Twas I she wished to shun
The sight of stars made mad my mood
My mind was on the blink
I filled the kettle with dry ice
Before the clock could wink.
The cat was sprawling on the rug
The mice were in the bath
I lost my temper in the yard
So now I know no. wrath
Did you send me a postcard
From Rhyl or Colwyn Bay
They keep chained vultures in a zoo
And serve meals all au lait
At last I woke up from my dream
And gave my spouse a kick
What is wrong the dear man asked
I blame the tumeric
How my heart sings 