I've been away
I could not play
Uncle Bill had killed my toy
His tentacles spread
From blue to red
No point in being too coy

Oh cruel world
You owe me so much

Good morning Chesterfield
How are you today?
You look like you've gone to seed
In a nasty smelly way
You used to be so full of life
In the daytime not at night
Now it's all just trouble & strife
Last one out turn out the light

The World is such a shitty place already
Why not flush it down the toilet
And start again?

My name is Dora and my knowledge of flora,
(Plant life that is not the spread)

Was gained when my life was affected by strife
The time of the Second World War

When an ounce of that and an ounce of this
Wasn’t enough to survive the blitz

We dug up the grass and planted veggies instead
We harvested spuds, lettuce and tomatoes so red

They made treats for supper and dinner and tea
Extras for the family and sometimes for me

But we earned our daily bread not once but twice
Working all day and digging all night.

Just a song at twilight
When the lights are low

My World
Just got bigger

My boundaries
Just expanded

My lines of communications
Just got extended

About as far as they can go



The hole in my heart
Just got bigger

The hole in my head
Just expanded

What’s left of my mind
Just imploded

A Black Hole where memories go

The only way for me they say
Is up, up and away
But it’s very high up there

It’ll be well worth it, worth the pain
Just try, try, and try again.
But it’s easy for them to say.

They forget; once I’m up, if I’m up,
The only way is down.
And the higher you climb, the higher you bounce.

And I haven’t got any more bounces left.

I used to have a slice of cod
in crispy golden batter
laid upon a pile of chips
who cared if it made me fatter

But now I can't afford the fish
I make do with kebabs instead
ground offal pressed on to a skewer
served with greens in pitta bread

Those damn cunning continentals
They've done us twice again
they've stolen our haddock and our cod
and sold us sheep's remains