Sorry folks, No rant today, but here are some poems instead.
In honour of Last week’s rant:
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all running after me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all trying to get me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.
All work for Dr. H.
And Dr. H. is someone,
I don’t even know
Why he sent his goons after me
Is still a mystery, to me, yeah
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.
I must elude these opponents, three.
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all chasing after me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all out to get me
And Dr. H, is sitting in his office
I don’t know what I did to him
That he would send 3 goons out to get me.
(Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G.)
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all chasing after me
Mr. E. & Mr. F. & Mr. G., now
They’re all out to get me.
… And now a quick philosophical one…
Am I?
Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Am I?
Here’s a moldy one from out the vaults! (Perhaps this one is more appropiate for Hallowe’en, but Valentines day will do)
Haunting you
I’m haunting you
But I’m not really there
Still, you see me at every turn
Through the corner of your eye
And in every dream you dream at night
But you peer into your mind and there I am,
I’m just a conjured image
Popping up here and there,
Now, and again
I’m haunting you
Blink, I’m there
Shut your eyes,
I’m there
Haunting, not stalking,
I’m not really there
You see me
In your shower,
In your shadows,
In your bed
In all of your cracks, your crannies, your every back-alley,
And crevice in your mind
You see me in your sleep
But it’s all in your head
I’m driving you insane, you say
And, you’re right. I’m a delusion.
You can bet that at all times I’ll be watching you
But I won’t really be there,
Because
I’m haunting you
And last but not least, Who hasn’t felt this way at some time?
The WhineO
well, I’m a wine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine, no
said, I’m a wine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine….
If only I could afford to drink
I wouldn’t actually need it,
Or so I would think
Always in the red, never in the pink
I’m always having this stress
Until I need a shrink
But I’m a wine-o
And I whine oh!
Can never afford for me no wine, no!
well, I’m a wine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine
well if someone out there
would buy me a drink,
I’d probably be really grateful,
be it beer or wine, or whiskey or rum
right now I can’t afford no alcohol…
’cause, I’m a whine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine, no
yeah, I’m a whine-o
And I whineoh!
‘Cause I can’t afford a bottle of wine
