person.
If I should play the ukelele, naked in the snow and rain.
If I should continue to bang my head despite the pain.
If I should scream in Russian at passing cars.
If I should play Grand Piano in smokey old Jazz Bars.
If I should dress like Napoleon and wear Wellington's Boots.
If I should jump on shooting stars and wear lime green zoot suits.
If I should join the army at forty two, raid the pantry and paint my head blue.
If I should cry "God for Harry, England and St George" whilst on a day trip to Cheddar Gorge.
If I should write a sonnet, then place a black tulip upon it.
If I should drink White Lightning, then gurgle something rather frightening.
If I should take the neighbour's cat on a World Cruise, bet Tiddles in Blackjack and then lose.
If I should write abusive letters to the Western Mail, christen vicars and wind up in jail.
Then Dear Sir/Madam...please let me.
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