Don't Ask Why
The look of love can fade and die,
Possessions lose their magic.
The weather’s naff, you need a laugh,
But the telvision’s tragic.
Fashion just goes round and round,
Music’s just the same.
There’s nothing new, to interest you,
The same old same old same.
The planet’s bust; nothing to trust,
In the paparazzi’s lenses.
MPs are crooks with dodgy looks,
And dodgier expenses.
The look of love can fade and die,
So what on earth can you rely
Will bring you peace and satisfy?
A really scrummy little pie!
So forget Nick Clegg and Cameron
And all that petty bigotry.
The passing time is all that’s fine
And a toasty pie by Higgidy.
