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Wrote this between panic attacks, needs work! I've been far too light hearted of late, tis time I got back to my modus operandi of misery, apologos!
Hugh, Pugh, Barley MacGrew,
everything was new,
glorious in colourful non sense.
'Weed, little weed'
Bill and Ben
and then The Zen
Zebedee with those awful
Concluding words twisting fear
Papa Gigio,Bleep and Booster,
Scooby Dooby Doo!
Fine toned anthem for
Marine Boy, and I was always too late
to see George Best Soccer skills
No matter how hard I ran from school
just the solar plexus punch
Of the final credits every time.
Typhoo cards would have to do for me
Dougal in paleblue plastic from the cornflakes
and Bubble gum football heroes
Free from scandal free from vice
Everything is sweet clean and nice
Wndy Miller drunk as a skunk
on cider and windmill dreams
And Mrs Honeyman gossip supreme
Just an idle peddlar of themes
Nobody hung at the end of her
nosey noosey tongue.