In the darkness, in the night
On the doorstep shivering
When the moon sails left to right
Simon's soup is on the wing.
That fat lady with the urns
Comes from Kilburn to the Strand
With rosary beads and currant buns
And rabbit fit to beat the band.
Coppers twitch their mobile mics,
Suffer us to come to them.
Would you swap with Jesus Christ
On Calvary or Bethlehem?
--
Stephen Moran
1 comment:
(From the old Zozimus blog comments)
Bab Dylon @ 1:30AM 2003-12-16
how can soup be "on the wing" you divvy
Alec Smart @ 12:17AM 2003-12-19
I wouldn't put a wether out in doggerel like this.
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