There is no 'Skippy'
no more kangaroo
it was traded as bush meat
so you kids
could eat.
'Flipper got put in cans
sans flippers,
tasted like fresh
kippers,
they tell me.
TV's responsible for
killing our dreams.
but I still see them when I sleep
'Clarence the cross eyed lion'
is there to keep
me company
another safari
one more
'Daktari'
I'm on a different page
'Lady Penelope and
Parker
are all the rage
watching 'Thunderbirds'
seeing Gilligans isle
while Popeye and olive
give me a smile
and I know it's for me
It's on the TV.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
There is no 'Skippy'
no more kangaroo
it was traded as bush meat
so you kids
could eat.
'Flipper got put in cans
sans flippers,
tasted like fresh
kippers,
they tell me.
TV's responsible for
killing our dreams.
but I still see them when I sleep
'Clarence the cross eyed lion'
is there to keep
me company
another safari
one more
'Daktari'
I'm on a different page
'Lady Penelope and
Parker
are all the rage
watching 'Thunderbirds'
seeing Gilligans isle
while Popeye and olive
give me a smile
and I know it's for me
It's on the TV.
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