What goes up and down,
And is black and dangerous.
A crow in a lift.
(With a machine gun)
What a good Golden oldie.
More old wooden jokes.

As complex as simple is.
What goes up and down,
And is black and dangerous.
A crow in a lift.
(With a machine gun)
What a good Golden oldie.
More old wooden jokes.

I’ve gotta problem,
I’ve got a burst water pipe!
Said, Mister Lee King!

So what do you call,
A girl with tiles on her head?
Maybe her name’s Ruth!
I am so tired
I think I’ve caught the lurgy
Maybe on the train.
I fell fast asleep,
No music just passing scenes,
Just more of the same.
So Jacob Piss-Bog,
Earnt 1 hundred million,
In 5 years, No Tax!
April snow showers,
Made the Londoners look out,
A break from their work.
At the pigeon post,
A term we’ve lost what it means,
This one stands ready.

You can’t see me now,
Chuckles the private pigeon.
Another mission.
All my washing’s done,
Shopping and the chores complete.
Time now to relax!
I watch the sunset,
Looking out for sunset shots,
Of this setting sun.
Yesterday was good,
Sun, clouds and sky dramatic,
Take time to capture.

Today is the same,
The clouds now gather waiting,
To be in this scene.
I support this art,
I don’t know whose the artist,
Maori influence.

One careful owner,
Ideal yellow bus’ness deal,
Loose your Brexit blues!

Freedom Day parties,
All cancelled and put on hold.
Could they vote to change?
The Withdrawal Deal,
A blind Brexit deal, maybe!
It is crunch time now.

Spring is on programme,
And delivers without fail.
There’s no ‘No Deal’ here.