When A2K went down
I was lost as a circus clown
I thought "Banned again?"
"Holy Smoke - I can't win!"
It came back, and my nerves unwound
I'm addicted to A2K,
I'm addicted to A2K,
In a strange and peculiar way.
When it's down I get antsy,
When it's up it's my fancy
To hang around here day by day.
What we need is more poetry stuff.
What we need is more poetry stuff
Kind of get hands in a muff
to keep warm and soft
as friends in a loft
This ain't any bluff.
Along hand by hand
When A2K went down
We all wore a sad frown.
But now that it's back up
When A2K went down
We all wore a sad frown.
But now that it's back up,
Toast and tip your cup
When A2K went down
We all wore a sad frown.
But now that it's back up,
Toast and tip your cup,
You silly clown!
I once went to ride on a trolley
I once went to ride on a trolley
The driver was ever so jolly.
I once went to ride on a trolley
The driver was ever so jolly.
He took my fare
I once went to ride on a trolley
The driver was ever so jolly.
He took my fare,
Threw it up in the air,
Then batted it out with his brolly.
Merry Andrew was sitting at home
Merry Andrew was sitting at home,
Surfing the web, all alone
Merry Andrew was sitting at home,
Surfing the web, all alone.
When on screen there appeared,
Merry Andrew was sitting at home,
Surfing the web, all alone.
When on screen there appeared,
- and he cursed I'm afeared
the blue screen of death - did he moan!
The language was vivid and rich
The language was vivid and rich.
He swore like a son-of-a-bitch.
The language was vivid and rich.
He swore like a son-of-a-bitch.
With malt whisky in hand,
The language was vivid and rich.
He swore like a son-of-a-bitch.
With malt whisky in hand,
Hardly able to stand
The language was vivid and rich.
He swore like a son-of-a-bitch.
With malt whisky in hand,
Hardly able to stand,
Fell over and into a ditch.
Tell me what rhymes with orange?
Tell me what rhymes with orange?
It certainly isn't forage.
But is it a crime
To make a rhyme
Tell me what rhymes with orange
I certainly isn't forage
But is it a crime
To make a rhyme
Not unlike a sticky word porridge
Christmas Eve, a traveller's nightmare
The luggage is lost but do I care?
Christmas Eve, a traveller's nightmare
The luggage is lost but do I care?
As long as my flight
Arrives all right
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Christmas Eve, a traveller's nightmare
The luggage is lost but do I care?
As long as my flight
Arrives all right
And THE NEW YEAR COMES IN WITH FLAIR!!
May all of you have a great year!
And spend it with ones you love dear.
