Twilight Of A Flaming Pie
Sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun
The walruses are taking tea, with a buttered English bun
They speak of revolution and a yellow submarine
But secretly, they like to keep their fire engine clean
Lucy is the visionary, Pam is down to earth
While Lonely Hearts write paperbacks and calculate the worth
Father McKenzie sits alone and orders ginger sling
Lady Madonna chucks it all and has herself a fling
When the rain comes altogether now, they run and hide their heads
The walruses then spend a week talking in their beds
While Lennon hymns their ivories, we all can but Imagine
You can never really tell, an Oscar I might win
Prudence is a virtue, although it's rather dear
And it's a long and winding road to get from there to here
Maybe love is all you need, but better warm your gun
Or knock on some Norwegian Wood - but, look - here comes the Sun
The Sun King ends his golden slumbers - wait, it won't be long
A blackbird quickly takes to flight and breaks out into song
Dig it! - piggies twist and shout, "Good morning, love you to!"
"Hey, Jude," they add, "Just let it be and I'll get back to you"
The Taxman won't just let it be, all he wants is money
He thinks those holes in Lancashire are really kind of funny
And if you spent a day in his life, you'd be so tired too
I should have known better when he begged "love me do!"
Contributors: | Kansas Sam (from Lennon), N, F, Kansas Sam, Karin, Grayman, Beefy, Big Andy. |
Poem finished: | 11th December 2003 by Anon.. |