WOT NO BLOG?

Angry young man
met holiday home
The sticky sensation suckled by a soundbite
Killed Ron Johnson
in Amsterdam
Successfully removed the patient's appendix
And the simple lesson smiling from page one
came from 'The Gondoliers' (Gilbert and Sullivan)
Enticed the biggest boast the prettiest fraud to snog
The know it all bastard offspring said, "Wot no blog?"

The world's gone mad
So many 'friends'
it makes my stick shaking redundant
But I'm hard to dead
and soft to boot,
the proper wedding present for a jester
The whinger weds the blind belle of the ball
The one eyed king serves lashings of tarka dhall
"A little 'otter please", cries the public agog
Edible silver leaf scowls at the catalogue
Well there's nowt so queer as those that get the bus,
y'know, "Why ambassador you are spoiling us"
"Pencil and paper man", sneered the butcher's dog,
"We gave him choice and height and still no blog"

"We asked a hundred people to name something lovely,
The top answer is (ding) not being ugly"

(Survey, survey, survey)

The camels ease through the beholder's eye
The ideologist eats four n twenty pie
Because without a hit the puny demagogue
Ain't worth a toss, she's past, he's got no blog

The world's gone mad
Too many 'friends', huh,
It makes my stick shaking redundant

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control