Napowrimo 26/8

DAY EIGHT

MUDDLED AS MUCK

Pew fodder looking at someone's back

the stage up front a million miles away

on with the song the show must go on

wrong right left oh whatever they know

best but I doubt if they thought about it

Brain fuddled muddled as muck

just like the Bailey's curdled

when he mixed it up with Coca Cola

and spilt it down his two tone tonic strides

laugh I could have cried into my soup

Few listen to what I have to say any more

I used to talk nonsense for England and

fly the Saltire at the Edinburgh Fringe but

it's hard to get a word in edgeways these days

I'm like an Aussie bore with a busted plugger

I could redesign the whole cat and caboodle

turn it inside out upside down if necessary

stick the seats to the floor to face each other

so we could see the angelic faces of the saints

instead of someone's bad haircut don't you think

Pew fodder looking at someone's back

the stage up front a million miles away

on with the song the show must go on

wrong right left oh whatever they know best

but I doubt if they thought about it

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