Chris! You are the best of men
You rhymed me-(Carol m)- with a precious gem!
All Kenny could do, was to rhyme me with barrel
And when I complained, I was rhymed with wheel barrow
Oh how I suffered, what a terrible slur
But then, (‘cos deep down, he’s a bit of a cur)
He rhymed me with sterile, as if I had fur
And had been to the vet (I haven’t, as yet).
But to rhyme me with gem is a pure stroke of genius
I’ve done nothing wrong, at least, nothing heinous
I can see you appreciate my intrinsic worth
(First person to do so, since the day of my birth)
But lets not get morbid, that’s not too productive
In fact, such discussion could be quite destructive
Much better to dream of your pasties instead
(Do you think that the brits are already in bed?)
I’m thinking that here, we have got a hot topic
(I wish I could mention, the worthy Tresgothic-
He rhymes so well, when a topic falls flat
Though he’s not too good at swinging a bat)
I love your Cornish cook named Connie
(But she only rhymes with Sony and Bonnie)
I was surprised to see she doesn’t use carrots
I always thought pies, are a bit like parrots
You have to have colour to give them the look
Of pictures of pasties you can see in a book?
I see with interest her ‘signing off’ line
Is “ Gans oll an colon vy” which would sound just fine
If only I knew, how to pronounce the phrase
Then all my friends, I could daze and amaze.
I assume she mentions the ‘colon’ by chance
And has nothing to do with that merry dance
Our bodies achieve, as they turn all our food
Into stuff that’s essential, to balance our mood
And to keep us all healthy, wealthy and wise….
I have to go now, so bye-bye to you guys
(I'm a little bit addicted to the little blue guy)
One good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain - Bob Marley
or twee.
