A number
Just too short for a double
Back on the wing at White Hart Lane
To sort out any imposing trouble
Lucky for some
Depending on what and why
The time for weekend breakfast
How'd you like your eggs, scrambled, poached or fried?
It doesnt just fit on anyones new shirt
A Welsh genuis on the ball, he'll leave you in a blizzard
All hale our returning son
Lets just say we have him home, our little pocket wizzard
Feeds the ball to Kane and Son
Every pass is on a plate
Takes the ball from the sky
Like a fish devouring it's bait
He runs like the wind passed attacking foe
Knowing he's got it nailed
For he is the one,
The only,
Yes,
He is,

Gareth Bale

#No.9

JJB

Another day, another new rule
A country being run by an Eton fool
From lockdown to lifted frowns
Deserted pubs to heaving towns
Dropping like flies to were almost over it
Now being told to go back home to wait and sit
You can meet up if you're in your sacred bubble
Womens legs as hairy as her husbands face with stubble
Now towns have broken all the rules, those stupid daft twits
So lets make up some other guff, yes, rule of six
I can meet up with mum and dad but not my sis and kids
But shop in Asda too, rubbing shoulders within the midst
This pandemic goes to show the world is run by clueless buffoons
Who will tell us next it'll be over soon,
Oh we believe you Boris,
We are seriously led by the loons.

JJB

You can't make love fit
It is what it is
A mould
The occasional broken fold
Fakeness is always seen
Remove them quick, it's going to hurt
A broken heart, your ruptured spleen
They've come, they've conquered and they have been
Close that door and throw away that key
As you can't hold hands as the unfitted two's
Kick them off, throw them in the bin
Yeah you,
Wearing those wrong size shoes

JJB

No skills, just a passion for notability
They'd hang you from the nearest tree,
just to make a pretty penny
Lovable, but off in a flash
Could talk the knickers off the tightest of gowns
Sorry, was that my call, must dash
You know this fellow as they often once appear
A charmer, a lover, a chancer
And always leaves the girl in tears

Sat still, no motion
People passing by, not even a notion
A fly lands, not once but now twice
I want to move it, but maybe it was its choice
Your everyday pigeon, just given up the ghost
I wonder what it thought, this is me at my most
I'd rather sit here and let be what may be
Than dying on the top of the branch, and land from the nearest tree

#whatdopigeonsthinkbeforedeath

As hot as the desert wind
Emerging between the two suns
Her face covered from the blinding light
But when revealed she is always worth the wait
My Uncle and Aunt say that I chose wisely
From the schools of Mos Espa and over to Mos Eisley
She is the most beautiful figure that I ever have seen
She is mine
My only
Tatooine Queen