Head full of rainbows
heart full of worms,
frogs in my memory
that just squirm and squirm.

moonbeams fill my pocket
leg with just wood rot.
Kettle full of smells
Lady Grey it's not.

stick to my cucumber,
sweets all around
explosive noise fills the air
but makes not a sound.

Add a tinge of leprechaun
and a touch of radish sauce
plus a pinch of sod all
that is the tore de force

loads and loads of grotesque stuff
thats blowing in the wind.
Add all the other stuff
that Ainsley Harriot binned.

Aroma is just perfect
stewing in the pot
stop giving grampa sprouts
or h'ell blow away the lot.

Life is just nonesense
so laugh at the world.
What have we got to lose?
nothing but our nerve.