Gustav nipped off into town
on his safety bicycle
and as the wheels turned round and round
his thoughts turned to the musical
upon the bars sat a french horn
the saddle a violin
and both the wheels were cymbals
they did make such a din
at passing horses he would ring
his little tingling bell
and at the crossroads he would sing
and conduct traffic as well.
wrap me up in silver foil and put the heat up high take my passions to the boil and put me in a pie curry me with flavours bold and sprinkle me with spice chill me well until i’m cold and my texture’s nice mould me into festive shapes and store me in a pot serve me with some seedless grapes and eat me whilst i’m hot.
I keep forgetting memories and things not to forget like butterflies they up and leave I think I need a net or I could glue up my ear ‘oles to stop them fallin’ out my ‘ead perhaps I’ll buy a hammer and nail ’em in instead.
bossanova traffic lights blinking green and red shimmy through the evening mist earworming my head before you cross another street be careful where you tread one false beat they’ll trip your feet and you’ll be knocked down dead
stick me in a Smarties tube and close it right up tight shake me till I’m dizzy done in rattled colours bright and covered all in chocolate sweet from toe to head and melted crispy candy shelled in purple, green and red.
I hypnotized my cat with a banana it really wasn’t hard as you would feel he watched attentively as I procured it then sat there all amazed during the peel he doesn’t get this way when I have apples and peaches leave him feeling laissez-faire there is something mesmerizing ’bout bananas that stops him in his tracks and makes him purr.
I cannot get the razor in my wrinkles they’re far too deep to get a blade in there I remember when these crevices were dimples but back then I didn’t have the facial hair I guess I need to buy a pair of tweezers or Brazilian wax if that does not seem weird but whatever I decide it needs to be quite soon as I cannot walk around with wrinkle beards