Broken Hams and Other Such Things
Colloquial misinformation spreading throughout the network
Slipping down to a sipping pace and casting off into yonder
I sit around all year in a calm setting of a precipitous aching cliff face
Write to me at Christmas time - were the words it wrote as its face slewed away
I have impeccable behaviour as a hoover falls downwards throughout space and time calling out my name in vacuous tones
Cold, so cold you have already won, I donít know that one, or do I?
Climbing up into the sun
Cranberries are magnificent this time of year and they are so dear to my turtled heart
Inside an old fireplace scrubbing away the witchesí face into the entrance to the wards
There canít be much left to pickle for it is only Thursday last week yesterday
I am sure of everything through my acute good sunburnt looks
Broking hams in old shopping trolleys falling into Australia
Good day mate, welcome to Texas Australia
Now give me something to smoke!