Swooning in the afternoon
Following flies with my eyes
Hearing, clearing
The Foreign words
Hollow
She is standing there
Someone fragile
Yet strong
Every woman
Everywhere a vase
And I am the eye of Babylon
Piercing in the quickness of a care
Piercing in the shallows of the stream
Woken broken with a care, from a shallow dream
Lapping in the inch high water of life
It flows just about, just married wife
Just divorced, just about on speaking terms
Just
And cutting the kite string it floats up
Into the stratosphere and I no longer
Think I know my own face
I have forgotten it
And so will you one day
Cinderella works in the barbers
Sweeping up the hair
The Verger mutters to himself
As he spreads the butter knife
The collared dove is cooing
The Polish sit on gravestones
Their Labradors open doors
To the afterlife
The Queen of Sheba is up there
She used to be a harlot you know
The night comes in
Her clothes come off
And the world moves on with its show
Cleopatra works in Ladbrokes the gamblers
She's taking bets on the horses
Raising the stakes on a possible invasion
While Rapunzel is in the hairdressers
She's arguing with Cinderella
Buggs Bunny walks in looking for something funny
But they use the stick and not the carrot on him
The Dardanelles are the good fellas
Every town needs its gangsters
Here they are supplying drugs to minors
Here's Peter Pan stoned out of his mind
On the park bench, With Tinkerbelle
Sprawled in a Corner
Wendy saw them, then ran to the barbers
To tell them the Church was on fire
They rang hell's bells, the fire brigade
And came hurtling down the street on their engines
Their ladders were reaching up to the tower
Where Rapunzel was waiting
Prince Charming he came shouting
Ranting while running down stairs
What's all this I hear about farmers
And what's that I heard about bears?
Well the three bears have moved
Into the neighbourhood
And now Goldilocks goes to school in the wood
She tried to stay white, for they said they don't bite
But she ended up bitten quite good
Now Red Riding Hood is a mummy
And she works in the seven eleven
She's got to make sales targets this month
Or her little dwarves will have empty tummies
Oh yes she's relying on benefits
I mean her husband is an ex miner,
He mined all the coal, now it's snow white as his soul
And Snow White's has turned rather black
You see the wolf with baleful eyes
Something's eating him up deep inside
As he marauds down the street
Looking for meat, or just looking
For the life he was owed
Don't worry young man,
Oh young rabbit
For you're living in Shepton Mallet
It was tinsel town once
But now the time is upon us
And the clocks face has turned away from the sun
Even the sun dials are broken
And astronomy is all out of whack
I'd like a time machine, visit a time so green
When fairy tales didn't end up so black
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