Bruises Look Nicer in Twilight and Snowshoes Cause Blisters At Mealtimes By Andrea Longstaff

Bruises Look Nicer in Twilight

Smoking crack in a rickety shack Hoovering up pygmies while wearing a mac She was reminiscing about a girl called Jack Well bugger me it's still raining. The metaphor's ran a race for life The Queen didn't mind when I buried her wife A butcher did a runner with the only knife But the blanket's kept me warm. Linford Christie stole my vest I tried to fail the weekly drugs test Minnie Mouse thought that she was George Best And the pasta was very tame. We had flakes in gravy for our tea I never concurred with the licence fee All I ever knew was me, me, me But fuck it, I have all my limbs.

Snowshoes Cause Blisters at Mealtimes

The peacekeeper's went off to war My dreams emerge from my big toe In the back of my head is a door But the bread is still warm on the plate. The train in the station was static My namesake lives up in the attic The cycle was on automatic I've broken my duck with a run. The car park was filled up with sheep I've never in life been to sleep I once had a fling with Bo Peep But the onion's were crying all day. The beekeepers stole all the honey The credit cards kidnapped the money My egg was hard boiled and not runny It's strange when the footwear complies.

Copyright Andrea Longstaff 2007

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