Feelings are like potato pealings – by Mary Marmot
My love for him drained away
Like soap no good today
George came back from the late night garage
With a bag of crisps the ones with the ridge
Too late was he to save my love
He pushed me down; gave me a shove
Battered was my body and face
As if I were chipshop plaice
Caught him cheating with a rubik cube
Stickers in his pants and an errant pube
Oh George, oh George you silly boy
How can you do it with a toy?
He said the cube it did not nag
Nor looked like a bed-ridden hag
But George my shingles keep me ill
I’m sorry I no longer thrill
But George has moved to some new whore
Rubbing up and down my Connect Four
Why oh why did you do it to me – oh!
And pop upstairs with the Subbuteo?
Oh George, stop flirting with the Buckaroo
Don’t you know it makes me so blue?
My feelings are like potato peelings
With George I shall have no more dealings
Q) Dear Monkeybroth,
What time is love?
P.S. We luv Disco Pig! He’s the best pig/DJ in our opinion! Yay!
The last we heard it was about 3am, but times are subject to change due to circumstances beyond our control. Stand by the Jams for further information.
MoooonkeyBroth! A-ha, A-ha