Broken Heart Lane

As the gossiping canary sat on the wharf Watching the west ham going forth “Off to mingle” Thackray said who was single “With the white lilies” Forgetting about the wolves who were very chilly No goals on the board Points being ignored Entering into the lovely garden Thackray wondered Was this a survival test? After a long rest Knowing her recording record was not the best Looking around Thackray saw the black and white message Feeding the buzz honey mustard dressing No middle ground to blur Only the relegation zone pot to stir What was starting? Luring apples needing to be carting? There was a cherry in Aston’s Villa looking to be on top A sweet surprise inside the Championship League ice cream shoppe Already finding a flat down stairs Investigating canary wanting to know if the west ham was in an affair When Thackray engaged with the beautiful buds Enjoying the scent dreaming for a stud Seeing one in a spot A place where the defense could put an end to the shot But somehow there was a miss And an own goal occurred without an assist “I did this all alone It was me on the phone “ Thackray would gingerly groan Minutes later a man appeared From the darkness the west ham was in fear His name Was Kane And he ended the west ham visit Right in the net he really kissed it Returning to make a plan In the dungeon the canary laughed like a spur fan “I will make a note Bachelor Jason was Thackray’s vote They were secretly wed,” Corresponding canary said Walking down broken heart lane Thackray realized she was turning insane Due to the obsession fame Until she picked up the mail While scratching off a lottery ticket that failed Opening to read the newspaper’s tales She exclaimed, “That canary is going to get nailed!”