Sunday, 10 October 2010

My song/ The walls are closing in

My song I just heard the doorbell It goes ding dong can you hear it? My song sorry I just let off a pong can you smell it? My song sitting on thrown sipping whisky on your own can you taste it? My song these words can’t be right they must be wrong can you tell me? This is my song
The walls are closing in and I have had my fun, The walls are closing in and now It’s time to run, The walls are closing in and there is nowhere to hide the walls are closing in and I nearly died
You know Timothy is posh but sadly that won’t get him dosh then there’s Glen he has a pet hen and he sleeps in the lion’s den and pie when I first met him I thought he frankly die then there’s me I would finish this but I need a pee
This is my song
By Benjamin Smith

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