Vanilla

Somebody said an odd thing today, Something I think’s a bit strange, About how blah and lame we seem around here, How things have never seen change, They said we’re vanilla, as though that is bad, As though that is some kind of fault, They implied that vanilla is a boring old flavour, Not as good as chocolate or malt, But I love vanilla on all that I drink, I love vanilla, on a whim, anywhere, I think vanilla is a most flavoursome drink, Adding a fluff of flavour and flair, As a matter of fact I think it rocks on, I think it’s the flavour of choice, So when people say we’re vanilla as hell, I stand up and begin to rejoice.