If That Was You
The queen that is she
fell victim to the power of hatred
an attack relatively unheralded
early in the the glades and downs
and pines of the southern slopes of a woman's life
and long before she had the experience
or opportunity to evolve the tactics for evading
the entropy of jealousy and desire
or she'd properly implemented or understood
the contemporary feelings and investigations
of a young woman
which were both naive, definitively obtuse [and probably obscene]
and not at all helpful
in trying to elucidate the precise causes of her unhappiness
but that secret that was once your secret too
that once a fairy glen full of mushrooms of a strange hue's
and little flouncing deer on ballet shoes of toes and hooves
of birds sprayed in a rather unnatural hue of blue wearing bow ties
singing Yankee harmonies
yes that secret world which disappears
from grown up life with Santa Claus
and the hope that there might be justice in a God
yes you are lost
lost and the loss is obstructed
by the needs of secrecy and propaganda
in a campaign to ensure all blame fell upon
a small grey gremlin aligned with mischief
which some thought commenced with a drink
consisting of one part gin,two parts whisky
and a further seven parts of gin for good measure
but was a disambiguation
concern over whether what once was a fairy glen
was a legitimate military target by friends
they raged and rampaged like squaddies
in an allotment planting daft ideas
and firing bullets into the mud
throughout the vitriolic volleys of words
as both sides made misleading claims
as claimants often do
about the "that once was a fairy glen"
and the abundance or rather real lack of fauna and flora thereabouts
well ..
at the time she was sunk
she was drunk as a lunk
carousing with a hunk
they went to his place for a bunk
but she was sick as a brick
and he couldn't raise his glass
and fell upon his arse
she woke bleary eyed
realised the drink had lied
she skulked off and cried
the drink and the shake up
wrecked her makeup
oh shameful like life
if that was you then that was you
little blurryface and poky red nose
blubbering away like a wannabe fountain on the sofa
appearing by courtesy of Mike Burr
Mike Burr ,
The queen that is she
fell victim to the power of hatred
an attack relatively unheralded
early in the the glades and downs
and pines of the southern slopes of a woman's life
and long before she had the experience
or opportunity to evolve the tactics for evading
the entropy of jealousy and desire
or she'd properly implemented or understood
the contemporary feelings and investigations
of a young woman
which were both naive, definitively obtuse [and probably obscene]
and not at all helpful
in trying to elucidate the precise causes of her unhappiness
but that secret that was once your secret too
that once a fairy glen full of mushrooms of a strange hue's
and little flouncing deer on ballet shoes of toes and hooves
of birds sprayed in a rather unnatural hue of blue wearing bow ties
singing Yankee harmonies
yes that secret world which disappears
from grown up life with Santa Claus
and the hope that there might be justice in a God
yes you are lost
lost and the loss is obstructed
by the needs of secrecy and propaganda
in a campaign to ensure all blame fell upon
a small grey gremlin aligned with mischief
which some thought commenced with a drink
consisting of one part gin,two parts whisky
and a further seven parts of gin for good measure
but was a disambiguation
concern over whether what once was a fairy glen
was a legitimate military target by friends
they raged and rampaged like squaddies
in an allotment planting daft ideas
and firing bullets into the mud
throughout the vitriolic volleys of words
as both sides made misleading claims
as claimants often do
about the "that once was a fairy glen"
and the abundance or rather real lack of fauna and flora thereabouts
well ..
at the time she was sunk
she was drunk as a lunk
carousing with a hunk
they went to his place for a bunk
but she was sick as a brick
and he couldn't raise his glass
and fell upon his arse
she woke bleary eyed
realised the drink had lied
she skulked off and cried
the drink and the shake up
wrecked her makeup
oh shameful like life
if that was you then that was you
little blurryface and poky red nose
blubbering away like a wannabe fountain on the sofa
appearing by courtesy of Mike Burr Mike Burr ,