I did that just as dinner was ready
(My rhythm, I fear was not too steady)
I was therefore in a bit of a hurry
And now, oh dear, its a bit of a worry
The thing that makes me kinda cringe
Is it sounds like I have lost a hinge -
As if my passion's really seething......
And now I'm into heavy breathing.
I think the trick might be to choose
A country John Prine style of thing
Where twang has nothing much to lose-
It would fit much better with that sort of ping.
I quite like too the sound of plunket
It sure beats me, who would have thunk it?
To twang more as an interlude
Would not so dominate the mood
And give the singer room to flower
With twang and plunk to give him power?
I have to work on pitch and rhythm
The main thing's not to cause a schism
Between the singer and the twang
It has to be an artistic thang
Now that reminds me
Chris once said
That he's an artist, didn't he?-
Oh dear its time I was in bed
I'm talking nonsense once again
I'll shut up now, to stop your pain
Its just a game, but one thing's plain
Tomorrow I'll be back again
Causing you no end of pain
So don't forget that ancient saying
It goes like this 'No pain, no ga-in'
And if you're English, expect more rain
(How many more links in this chain?)
My rhyming skill's gone down the drain
But all my dragons I have slain
Aaah there's another in the lane
This has now become insane
Please pass me down my silver cane,
A comb please too to comb my mane
I'm trying to stop, but I try in vain
Aaaaah again, again, again, again.........

One good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain - Bob Marley