Carmen cut my hair today
and she sang away as she
was snipping.

She clipped here and there
I just sat there in the chair
watching her in the mirror.

Once you've cracked the code
the road ahead opens up.

The ghost train is a memory of all that pain
which in the end only served to make you stronger,

and here we are
still
sat in the car
trying to crack that code.

If the Genie had said to me
three wishes are yours
they could have
opened doors for me
one could have set my mind free,
but
that would have been too easy.

The road is there
only sometimes
we don't have enough light,
to see it.

The dog got drunk on the egg-nog that Mum made at Christmas, oh how we giggled until the hound widdled on the floor, I giggled even more and got a walloping, ( because walloping kids was allowed before the watershed which was 9pm or so me Dad said.

One day the dog got run over and that was the fun over.

Its name was Timmy, skinny little runt but we all loved him.

It's flip a coin day
heads
I stay in bed and read the Beano
or tails
I get up and go to work

hmm
it came up tails,
okay
best of three.

Oh
well that's fukin fabulous
emergency lights on
because the gas lamps were
old fashioned
and now they've gone

here is me
crying pitifully
got no shilling
for the meter
guv'nor

does he care,
nah
he's too far up his own jacksie
to even think about me.