Munchie Time

Would you like a pancake? Would you like a scone?
Would you like some muesli toast? The chocolate is all gone!
Would you like some Herbal Tea? Would you like a bong?
Or would you rather come with me . . . and sing this little song?

  Deedle dum tit, dodle ee doh,
Twaddle ee poo, see mine?
Up against the garden wall
Seventy centimeters high.
Have you tried cumquat liquor? Does your garden grow?
Alligators grow in sewers. Yes! I’ll tell you all I know.
Ring around an OM-ellette, dial a country squire,
Come and sing the song with me, one more time and I’ll retire.
  Deedle dum tit. Dodle ee doh.
Twaddle ee poo, see hers?
Hers is so intriguing makes me
Think I need another verse.
Ginger, Mick, and Uncle Grev, and all the others too
Are hunting ‘round for bits of food, or queueing at the loo.
Everybody’s searching. The planets are aligned, I’ll have a
Meaningful relationship, if you feel that way inclined.
  Deedle dum tit. Dodle ee doh,
Your place or mine?
I’m living up in Belgrave(or Byron or wherever)
Opposite the railway line.
Talk: remember railway lines? Up on the North coast we used to see them as we went to Byron or Sydney or Brisbane. Now they just gather ferrous oxide, and we drive past them.
Justify your perceptions and make another buck.
Beat the vicious circle with a bit of bloody luck, then home to
Singing in the shower, massage near the fire.
Munchie time is here again. I see rents are getting higher!
 

Deedle dum tit. Dodle ee doh,
Think it’s time for bed.
Say goodnight to everyone, dear . . .
The rest is left unsaid.

(door closes. Cat miaows)



 
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