You look at England today
Mr Sun is out He is pure Sahara royalty Red carpets of sweat mate He is up at 5am With one radio station till 9pm If I were like him My mum and my wife Would grind me into sand And whack me I mean a clip round the ear hole Come on Mr Sun Throw in ice charity No ears have you Mother nature has you Round her fingers Luckily I can water My plants I bring them indoors They can't wear sunglasses Or body lotion For a green tan And if you tell the government That pensioners and children Need extra ice cream And a bit of the old fan on overtime They come out with Yeah Yeah where is the budget Then the water board says Don't take a shower everyday Mr Sun has created water shortages Then the doctor says I am worried about Your mental heat health It Is affecting your cool hygiene A public hazard Alright doc Lets go into hospital and freshen up I always like their air conditioning system And that extra ice cream for my visitors Royalty under Mr Sun Don't tell the government The nurses are being extra kind |
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Poetry Coffee House : Hot Sun in England
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