you could ramble for hours
on the beauty of flowers
on the beauty of flowers
bang on about Slough
the why and the how?
heed not if they deem you
weird or mad
they fuck you up
your Mum and your Dad
brush up on adventures
of Pam Ayres new dentures
wander lonely as a cloud
to a back-beat ripped from Girls Aloud
but be quite sure
you get it right
illuminate the tigers
of your night
shilly shally
ride into the valley
your nights to fulfill
or candled and quilled
be Smith or Browning
not waving but drowning
go tread the boards
at The Edinburgh
because you know why the caged bird sings
just sort out all
the flim from the flam
of which is more my son
you’ll be a man
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