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.'
Copyright © Wayne Riley | Year Posted 2014
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