Another Day In Paradox

I look about this merry gloom Thoughtless, fat and slim. Remembering but half a tune I'd lost my will to win. 'Give up thy Eric Idle, son.' I heard a whisper mutter. And sitting up inside my head Knew this was not a stutter. 'Are you the reepher with a grin?' I asked, which pleased him so. 'The one without a duffel chin And klinkers to and fro?' 'Indeed I am that very sole That fishes in the deep. I've come to Clam you half or whole And Cod your wife to weep.' 'Ah-ha! You baddie bootleg bloke. I've seen you as a lad. You took my Granny up in smoke For only half a drag.' 'Def Albert and his weeping nose You took him there as well. To where God only heaven knows It's really hard to tell.' 'Perhaps, not now, or yet at least. At most, not in a bit, Be gentle, like a gentle beast And sit a while in sit.'