Thar She Blows
Tinkerbell , Tinkerbell
My grandmother would shout
Oh dear , Bloody hell
She's let the damn thing out.
I knew that it was coming
There was no more to be said
Whoosh , There she goes
Phtttttt Thar she blows
and she'd pooped upon my head.
No she wasn't a fairy
but she was vicious and scary
and that damn canary
Really hated me .
Next time I went round there
I wore my baseball cap
I'm a brave lad from Yorkshire
and I'm not taking any crap
but she landed on my shoulder
and gave my ear a peck
I managed to fight her off
and then I hit the deck
Whoosh , There she goes
Phttttt , Thar she blows
and she'd pooped upon my head
No she wasn't a fairy
but she was vicious and scary
and that damn canary
Really hated me .
She's sat upon the curtain rail
Surveying her domain just like a queen
but I know she is evil
and a disgusting poop machine
She's got more ammunition
than a battleships magazine
Whoosh . There she goes
Phtttttttt , Thar she blows
and she's pooped upon my head.
No she wasn't a fairy
but vicious and scary
and that damn canary
Really hated me.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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