There are no cobbles in the back street now.
No grass grows in the cracks
No frogs in pools,no yellow weeds
i wish we could go back.
The cat would sit beside the gate
She killed the budgie how we cried
Now I am so lonely here
Some times I wish I’d died.
My brother clambered up high walls
I watched him from below
i admired his bravery
Now I am alone
Google Street View is too clear
There are none left here for me
I used to think God spoke in Greek
No use to me should I speak
But he speaks without words
I know as I’ve heard
His light is most clearly unique
We started to sin very young.
Biting Jesus as he lay on our tongues
Then we went to Confession
Bought a few blessings
Then came out and just burst into song
He proposed to me twice at Kings Cross.
He was as warm as an actresses chest
His kiss was delightful
He rarely was spiteful
I married him and his fifty string vests
A doctor once lived in my home.
He had neither toothbrush nor comb.
His patients were courteous
One might even say virtuous.
He was respected though he was a gnome.
I met a young man from near Dover.
His hands often wandered all over.
I said.do desist.
There is no part you’ve missed
I noticed his car was a Rover my
It was not a party.It was MI 5 in a play wearing disguises.
It was some tourists who got lost.
It was Boris’s extended family front Turkey.
It was an illusion.Or delusion.
I never noticed any one in the garden They need rape alarms.
The Downing St Murders.
It was a lot of patients from A and E looking for beds.
It was a ghost meeting.
It was the Resurrection of the Dead Jokes
A botched plot never fails
Who is she?The cat’s another.
Too much veracity killed the plot.
Where are today’s Falklands?
What is wrong with World Cruise?
Why not spend half term in Estonia?
They used to say, see Rome and die.Now see Kviv. Don’t fly.Try a war ship with Russian menu.
Yes you will be the star of the school gate parents!