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Disco

colors flash before my eyes
folk revealed in red disguise
look like mottled butterflies
pounding beat goes thru my head
songs bout men who shudnt be dead
prostrate bodies filled with lead
girls and boys with purple hair
i cant tell if skins arent fair
heavy music fills the air
cud be that here in this gloom
there are flowers in full bloom
poppy fumes waft thru the room
suddenly the sky is green
in this colored turndon scene
wherein musix truly queen

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Girls

Tall girls, small girls,
Fat girls, thin girls,
Girls quite pretty, girls quite foul,
Girls whose humour makes men howl,
Taut girls, short girls,
Soft hair in curls,
Girls who freeze you with a stare,
Girls who sit astride a chair,
Some are nice, some are neat,
Some are bitter, others sweet,
Girls who think a man's a fool,
Girls who reckon he's so cool,
Fat or tall, taut or small,
Girls are girls, I love them all.

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Homely Gnome

Chomp,chomp, shurp, shome,
I'm a gnome
going home,
and if you get in my way
I will turn you into hay.
Hey! Hey! Lack-a-day,
keep out of my way!

Tromping back from the mine;
supper time,
weather's fine...
So I warn you stay away,
don't you dare to black my day.
Hey! Hey! Every way
keep out of my day.

Over hills and under passes;
rusty chassis'
poison gases -
drive your cars your crazy way
but take heed of when I say
Hey! Hey! What a way
to bespoil a lovely day.

So I warn you stay away,
don't you dare to black my day;
for if you get in my way
I will turn you into hay...
Ha! Ha! Hey! Hey!
Hay, hey, what'd I say?
Ho! Ho! Lack-a-day
better take heed when I say
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

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Mini-maelstrom

"Good God," they cried
"what's that outside??"
I joked "Aha!
My minicar!"
"Does it go?
We need to know."
"The little dear
just got me here..."
"But look at it!
It doesn't fit
in with our camp...
looks such a tramp."
"Don't go, my ducks,"
I said "by looks;
it drinks some fuel
but man, it's cool."
One said "To wit
I don't like it,
and I'm the man
who says what can
come on the base.
I want no trace
of this to see...
Understand me??"
Man, he's uptight -
can Might mean Right?

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Music

Listen to the Theme from Shaft
telling us of a man of craft
sending all the women daft -
he the man who lastly laughed.

Listen to Tchaikovsky's suite
sounds and songs of love so sweet
and a style which is so neat;
every note's a perfect treat.

Listen to turned-on Mozart
whose music was such an art
now it's used to lure my heart
cause a deep-felt thrill to start.

Listen to the crazy beat
working up Satanic heat;
see the swirling, sliding feet
giving watchers such a treat.

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The Second Coming

"Adieu!" they yell,
I bid them well,
"Might meet again this side of Hell."
My panting beast attends outside,
black and white its metal hide.

Sad at heart - into the day
my beast and myself ride away.
Out we sail across the waves
calmly searching for our graves...

'Neath clear blue sky
my steed did die
but only for an hour or two
then with new blood she upt and flew
along the concrete way with ease.

"Hello birds," and "Thank you, trees"
we cried whilst zooming on our way
in love with life so bright and gay.

Sixty miles per hour and more...
could we know what lay in store
when we came
to camp again?

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What's In A Name

A rose by any other name
is still a rose; it seems
that the sign of Lancs's fame
will echo in men's dreams.

Likewise our love may not be called
so, but platonic trust -
sure as we've not each other mauled
we know it isn't lust!

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