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Spell
Jeepers creepers where'd you get that sty,
Sadness badness weeping from your eye,
Drinking stinking, spitting on the pie,
Take that silver, watch the guard dogs cry.
You're not looking so well,
Can anyone else hear that smell ?
Let's go away for a spell,
See what you can conjure up.
Hey oh tay to where'd you get that burn ?
Tore bit, sore bit, maybe now you'll learn,
skittles, spittle, Rodney pulled the churn,
upstairs kitchen, shoot the boney bird
You're not looking so well
Can anyone else hear that smell ?
Let's go away for a spell,
See what you can conjure up.
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Within
A Mile
Hear that weeping through
the walls,
Smell those poneys in their stalls,
Let them out to stretch their legs,
Its feeding time again.
I have hear a kind of game
Built for days that feature rain,
See this frown upon my face,
Someone pinched a piece,
Sing to me, bring to me all I'll ever need,
Picture me history, powerless to breed,
Within a mile of someone's house,
It got colder they were out.
Like a sore sack of bones and lard,
Bruise and beaten in your yard,
All this way for pain dismay,
What a swell party this is,
Something floating in the pool,
Something funny in the food,
Thought I'd won but I just done,
Got short-changed again,
Sing to me, bring to me all I'll ever need,
Picture me history, powerless to breed,
Within a mile of someone's house,
It got colder they were out.
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Treacle
Soon I'll be leaving,
Don't be surprised,
It's time to say goodbye,
I'm not being ungrateful, or underhand,
I just need to change of land.
And another day goes by,
" you're still here ", I hear you cry,
am I crazy or just lazy,
if I had to be you,
tell me what would you do ?
Went to the station, bag in my hand
Bought a book off the stand,
Seen the timetable couldn't decide,
home with the evening tide.
And the calender's growing old,
My intentions are green with mould,
Such a lot lost,
I am compost,
All the moths in my coat tell me I've missed the boat.
Treacle up to my knees,
Telling me take my ease,
They're up there snoozing,
While I'm down here bruising,
Believing is seeing is skiing is snow.
Went to the station, bag in my hand
Bought a book off the stand,
Seen the timetable couldn't decide,
home with the evening tide.
And the calender's growing old,
My intentions are green with mould,
Such a lot lost,
I am compost,
All the moths in my coat tell me I've missed the boat.
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Gramasols
I walk along the walls,
I roll into a ball,
Eat a lot of wood,
I read a lot of books,
Mabel said to John,
" It's half-past eight you're on ",
Both got well prepared,
Never figured on the stairs,
Woe see them tumble and fall,
Can't be fixed all,
Well blame it on the gramasols.
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Rover
Rover bowled over and was eaten by the escalator,
His mistress looked over and said " I'll see you later ",
She stuck around for to hear the marvey sound,
But, Rover bowled over and was eaten by the escalator.
The ceiling that was peeling cried out " I am disgusted "
With all her feeling she buttoned up the mustard,
Forty-six spats wrer left to the cat,
And the old motor mower will never more be trusted at all.
Well a peacock in a treetop said " who be the fairest ",
In this little teashop all over the southwest,
no one replied, So he lay down and died,
well tip top and a flip flop come a curtain on a contest ow.
Rover bowled over and was eaten by the escalator,
His mistress looked over and said " I'll see you later ",
She stuck around for to hear the marvey sound,
But, Rover bowled over and was eaten by the escalator.
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Bit
Of A Stew
Wake me, shake me,
take me to the room with the mat by the door,
make me take ease,
look out on the ocean and the shiney old shore,
I went to the sea, to see a bit of sea,
Saw a little bit too much,
Had a bit of a close brush,
I dug fifty feet,
Found some moldy meat,
Made a bit of a stew up,
Got a touch of the hiccups.
Staple, fables,
Spreading no news, just like before,
Mabel cabled,
a bunch of bad tidings from the crack in the fort,
The cat that ate the cream had an awful dream,
Wrap him up in a shoe box, send him off in a tick tock,
I wish that I could be in better company,
Far away from this new bug close enough to some good luck.
Wake me, shake me,
take me to the room with the mat by the door,
make me take ease,
look out on the ocean and the shiney old shore,
I went to the sea, to see a bit of sea,
Saw a little bit too much,
Had a bit of a close brush,
I dug fifty feet,
Found some moldy meat,
Made a bit of a stew up,
Got a touch of the hiccups.
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Cradle
Cap
The wind blows high, the wind blows low,
Terrible cries from the nursery door,
I recall something you said,
Up in yon attic the little one bled,
Updown town, updown street,
Nasty tidings awful deeds,
Look at him his handsome son,
Lookee them them handsome sons. Ow wee.
Cradlecap, cradlecap,
Cannibal Hood, Carnival hat
Cradlecap iza what I said,
Something yon baby found in his head,
You must sleep and dream my son,
Close up them eyes " fore the sandman come ",
Everytime Nightjar churr,
Trouble and sorrow come around here, ow wee.
Haw haw.
Cradlecap, cradlecap,
Cannibal Hood, Carnival hat
Cradlecap iza what I said,
Something yon baby found in his head.
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Crow
Up on a cliff, eerie and still,
Eagle looks out from his own windowsill,
Takes to the air like a fish to a tree,
Picks himself up some morning time meat.
Lamb on a hillside, ruptured and torn,
Family of mealworms wait to be born
Crow looks down, smiles through his teeth,
Walking the line down telegraph street.
Down a mineshaft, rancid and dead,
Old Jim shows down on a puppy dogs head,
Murders go spare, late for the fare,
Dumbo shall have a hawk feather there,
Solitary kestrel took by surprise,
Ten funeral directors go for the eyes,
On for to rot, one for the beasts,
Oh what a carry on, oh what a feast.
Lamb on a hillside, ruptured and torn,
Family of mealworms wait to be born
Crows look down, smiles through his teeth,
Walking the line down telegraph street.
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Doom
Philip and Maria and their
auntie Bodecia,
Went down to the seaside for a day,
Phil he got the bends and sadly met his end,
When the foamy woamy washed him all away,
The carrot and the donkey went a plinky planky plonky,
On their ukeleles at the funeral,
Phil's momma shed a tear,
But everybody near said she didn't really care at all.
And then all the angels got out their buckets and mops,
And every housewife looked like they'd close all the shops,
Well don't it just show you that no matter who you know,
We all end up in the very same room,
I haven't got my fare, but I don't really care,
So I'd better go and meet my doom, ba da ba da…
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Clapped
Out Old Device
This weather gets me down, distresses parts and parcels each,
I long to run to ground, deport myself on a lonely beach, well,
Wouldn't that be nice, a rub a dub dub and a handfull of cheer,
Ain't that paradise that a bucket of blood and a bottle of beer.
Release the tadpoles now, they won't ammount to anything,
Unknot my knitted brow, let's wait and see what summer brings,
The wardrobe's full of lice, a cobweb here and a broken stair,
My clapped-out old device, it wasn't enough now it's going spare.
Down in the dungeon I heard a sparrow croon,
Sorrowfull, affecting but everyone's immune,
The cooker was left on,
The gas is nearly gone.
Ten rabbits down a hole, that's too much fur, too little dark,
one cherry in a bowl, give me a bite leave out the bark,
a jingle jangle scream,
the spade it comes down ona puppy dog's head,
a waste of clotted dream,
there's too many mouths and too little bread,
lost in the crowd like a chickenless head,
grandmother's sneezing,
heaven is freezing,
clip-clopchicketydok…
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