Drake is going west, lads

Orstralia – OrstraliaAt work or at play.We think of yew in the morningAnd in the evening tooWe even wake up at mid-nightSo that we can think of you.Orstralia – OrstraliaWe love you from the heartThe kidney, the Liver and the giblets,And every other part.

That thundered in the night.It shook the bedrooms all aroundAnd gave the folks a fright.The doctor called;He was appalledWhen through his stethoscopeHe heard the sound of a baying hound,And the acrid smell of smoke.Was there a cure?‘The higher the fewer’The learned doctor said,Then turned poor Maveric inside outAnd stood him on his head.‘Just as I…

and the monkeys all say BOO!There’s a Nong Nang NingWhere the trees go Ping!And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.On the Nong Ning NangAll the mice go ClangAnd you just can’t catch ’em when they do!So its Ning Nang NongCows go Bong!Nong Nang NingTrees go pingNong Ning NangThe mice go ClangWhat a noisy place to…

What a bonfire my letters would make.If I could speak words of water,You would drown when I said‘I love you.’

The wombs they blest onceNot healed dryAnd yet – too soonInto each spaceA cold earth fallsOn colder face.Quite still they lieThese fresh-cut reedsClutched in earthLike winter seedsBut they will not bloomWhen called by springTo burst with leafAnd blossomingThey sleep onIn silent dustAs crosses rotAnd helmets rust.

So fair her pulsing figureNot so fairThe maniacal stareOf a husband who’s much bigger.