rhyminglord rise

but it,s a bake at cafe crepe
but who,s been creeping up the stairs
quibbles at nibbles as dastardly dribbles but who,s been wearing hippy flairs ??
cause muswell hill where i met jill or jill by any other name
harp stays sharp we fish for car it,s said the song remains the same
cause pansy and petal the colour was meta lhow much is that coffee we ask bill and ben
who said 50p it was easy to flee as we see through the trees it,s the mincerspread men
cause it,s a bake at cafe crepebut who,s been creeping up the stairs
quibbles at nibbles as dastardly dribbles
but who,s been wearing hippy flairs ??

but is joe in the know did the cat get the cream
did simon wear tights ( did the heroine scream )
cause a gin and a tonic come simply symphonic
apocalypse now and other film themes
it,s all yabadoo but it sometimes rings true
in the dark twilight world of the beanz meanz bad dreamz
but her number fave he,s does he really so crave or so we heard from alas davy boohoo
and the tail of the dastardly giant beavers infamous cult of the great kajagoogoo
cause we greed have no need of the simpering seed ( we myriad melodic masks )
but the ditzy dillies neanderfrillies( let them all do simple tasks )
so the latest top sound and it,s hair gel abound ( as the shadows lengthen neath the sun )
as enslave,s in the cave,s still rever the one grave of the "bouffant quiffed type hairdo one"
as the woofy woofed mammoth roams the pain and the terror birds circle high in the sky
yes were too shy shy hush hush eye to eye
yes were too shy shy hush hush eye to eye
as the giant beavers plunder time and the tick tock depths of rhyme and taste
but get your limpdick "ducky who" ..... but should that flora go to waste
as the footsteps tread in the tight shorts of dread .... a sound that,s somehow so grating
but i,s rivulets and water jets and simon,s masculine rating
cause some say that blue is really the colour ( but wh,d just cleaned his oven with mr sheen
who,s in doctor ducky,s bottom,s of horror
on a big pink girls blouse submarine ??

now then now then . . . going down
the crazy world of arthur brown
insane . . the brain . . we travel by tran
the girls they were "corrected"
an axe to grind . . of a turkey kind
which one will be . . . selected
a drip . . drip . . . drip . . . but who,ll let slip
in notting hill jill,s set to ride
it,s all tallyho it,s the cinema show
but in a tunnel . . . theres nowhere to hide

the riqour it hardens of cranley gardens
a letter a receipt a deposit
a bitchen me kitchen a girls not for snitchen ( coming all out of a closet )
as it,s all hikey dyking but now he likes cyclingand how were all in cohorts
he rides all in rhymes as he rides all the time in his skin tight as lycra shorts
as simon he mutters ( he,s all princess butters) gibber me wearing a hat
a troll on a stroll sense of humour so droll"who,d live in a house all like that"
but "hello to tom" when your plan it,s gone wrong ( horny tricorny to score )
and how the balls move well it,s tripping to groove
it,s just not bunny anymore

but twentieth sitting ducky presesnts it,s crackers for crackers it,s break a leg
it,s fable black darling all solliloquey starling as guy porks pops corks on his gunpowder keg
as the parrot hop hop,s he,s on top of the flops an island of dodgy old treasure
return to "sender" but beware the bender he,s at her majesty,s pleasure
like ol larry lummy your ol lummy chummy .... your chummy ol lummy and strife
like a gaylord onboard till the ship,s beached or shored .... would he then run away with your wife
and "josephine" like a cat with the cream .... he,s all hooray henry and haddock
a big bad ducky on some like it plucky ... but a fan of fanny craddock ??
like rattus the rottom a liketh for bottom ..... like a big girls blouse of a fuss
a weeping willow with his face in the pillow ... a duckybilled nancyplus
and ducky galore well you can,t be too sure ..... he,s a man in the can and all bants
"he,s a lumberjack and he,s o.k" but he,s somehow "zero points"
so willy my woofter a cloven aloofter as the footsteps they tread on the stairs
but who,s that "going to san francisco" . . . purple flowers in his flairs
but quacker with slackkers for greasy fried flappers .... the bitch queen she opens her gown
but as snow whites comes centre stage .... would the curtain just stay down
and lady jane splay learns her lines from the play ... stood there in the shadows
like the fate egraine curse for charles the first .... some say that he blubbed on the gallows
as "capain ducky" waits his turn .... to get is cue on time
or "rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit" he,ll just get caught out down the line

but some sing "lets dance" like the bed bugs from france
as they can can across the sea
in the cloth and the stitching all carry on bitching
you scratch one but still itch one free
as "the carpet crawlers heed their callers" and "matta" their dark "secret place"
as "adam the out of it" gets around ..... and the toilet still cruises throgh space
as the incontrarus nostrohamus prophets of plaque bells still chime
mr district still awaits his slaveboy "spankenwhine"
but "henry horrific" was hot cheek specific ( the tail of the culpepper sickens )
but it,s said that swelter played a belter midst the greasy chickens
cause the "prefab popsters" went to "cockfosters" the shirts they might yet shift
but it,s ricks with ticks and it,s hamstead heath flicks but beware that stone drop lift
and in camden town i met a clown ( for "nigey" it,s all such a chore
but we all bravo the comedy pro as the crowd called out "encore encore"
as "morality mary" from tipperary ( dave he nailed the role )
but they heard the flush down in sheperds bush .... in the rings of horatio,s hole
and at gloucester road how "fat anne" she crowed .... come sunbeam my sunlowered ear
but "butter my brethren,s" coming soon and it,s time for a life in the year
cause in simons "octopopussy garden" "visions of angels" abound
as "spider and i" we wait for the fly as the fridge makes that low humming sound
as young steve davis pot,s the pink .... but the chicken kiev just played fowl
it,s a nursery cryme on "question time" or so said enoch powell
but a pig and a poke it,s all just a joke .... the old jolly jester just mocks
but who,s been wearing hippy flairs .... ( whose just the big bad goldifrocks )
and who got to sleep with the queen of balls deep with the fairy tale princess in limbo
in these times of mounting wife crime my friends .... it,s time to crack it akimbo
but golly my wolly come niggy my noggy come crepe my feted carrot top
the big hand ponts to the sutry six but the small hand points to one o,clock
cause some sing "lets dance" like the bed bugs from france
as the can can across the sea
in the cloth and the stitching it,s carry on bitching
you scratch one but still itch one free

jill it,s all nobbing a black pud it,s gobbing
meow . . . a cat called puss
readers but whose wives and guess who,s got nine lives (porkus prematurious)
cause sizzling a session a puss-in boots lesson chirpy me chicky cheep cheep
saggy me knockers are so off they,re rockers but would a wolf laugh at a sheep
as moaning all groaning all laughing boy gnoming just make sure . . . toady the line
but loneliness is swilling me . . . so
piggy baby one more swine ??