I’m going to steal a cake and run away,
Then hide inside a
pot of tea for two,
Where soundly shall I sleep for half-a-day,
Allowing me a
proper chance to stew,
Both inside out and
through and through and through.
I’ll serve myself upon a silver tray,
In finest Wedgewood
china, white and blue.
I’ve had enough of
sensible today.
I’m going to claim to be the letter A,
I’ve never liked
the prospect of a Q,
I’ll always be the first, unlike old J,
Whose plans to be in
front went quite askew –
The oafish fathead
hasn’t got a clue –
He goes around pretending to be K,
When clearly he’d be
better off as U!
I’ve had enough of
sensible today.
I’m going to fly a brick without delay,
Before I teach my
telephone kung-fu,
Whilst sending all clothes to Mandalay,
(I wouldn’t try
this out if I were you –
You’ll end up with
extremities of blue),
Instead, consider what I have to say:
A broken heart is
best repaired with glue.
I’ve had enough of
sensible today.
Envoi
Pants! What now I know is not what once I knew,
I can’t just
nonsense everything away,
When all is said, there’s little left that’s true.
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