The sun goes down over the street
The crepuscular creepers walking
the beat
Light head lice
The head lights are yet to turn on
In the Somerset Town
They call Babylon
The colours so chrome
Oh I wish they were yellow
Magnesium white lights
The glare of the mellow
And stroking the firelight
The RAC fellow
Goes hammer and tongs
and bellows
The sodium sipped at the supper of kings
Of the control of the periodic table of things
And song of the elements
And elephant wings
But who ever saw an elephant
Fly?
inside she sings
And who knew the tide lines
And the marks that love brings
On Muriel Sparks
Or Ann summer's stings
And filing for divorce at the court of Great Kings
The Queen has been fought
But she has lost what he brings
Oh take me, elephant, thick of skin
To be your lawfully anointed wife
Oh Mouse husband I do, I do, I do
Now where shall we live?
This house is not big enough for two
I being an elephant I could fill a room
And you being a mouse could barely squeeze in
We must invest in a super saver sofa
And super soaker cheeses
And supper saving goffers
And Puppet waving breezes
And suffer saviours and their sabres
Suffer saboteurs and wheezes
Who would hold their noses
At supermarket freezes
But Jesus, please us and means us, beans us
And holy communion crumbs of busted breeze-block kinesis
Come on commoners come on please
Shake a leg at the foreigners who go between the fleas
And suck up your carpet hairs of all your finger nails
And sneezing snares at the market wares
Coralled, cajolled over controlled by forces
Of Minsk, and rinks of ice, and risks that slip on rice
And dice are rolled down to the bone of hip, skip and suffice
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