Here's my blog, a silly old blog,
about as much use as a chocolate cog
or Italian cheeses that give you the sneezes
or a recalcitrant gun that won't kill anyone
or a fish in the desert or a boil on the bum.
Well I got up this morning and made up some verse
about seagulls and terns and then, even worse,
about Eccles and jam and daleks and spam
and when i'd finished that I put on my hat
and went off to work, saying “Well – that's that.”
You know people stare?
You must be aware of how they stare, they gawp and they peer
as if I'm a bit queer because I'm talking away
(as I make my way)
to no one at all in the street, in the hall,
in my office or under my desk, where I sit
where it's very quiet, in the fluff for a bit,
as I make up more verse,
full of silly old nothings like a goat in a hat
and witches on mountains and purple juice fountains
and silly old Seagoons grown lazy and fat.
I think they're all barmy and I'll tell you why,
if you'll sit still and wait for the click of the gate
as I come home from work,
and then with a sigh,
I'll say they're all barmy and you'll ask why
because surely they're normal and I am insane?
I can see I will have to repeat yet again...
This is my blog, just a silly old blog,
it has nothing to do with some chocolate cog,
I just like to tell jokes, to be helpful, eponymous,
but still I thank God this damned blog's anonymous.
