A doyen of Topiary once told me,

That one day he would like to grow a maze,

It seemed to be quite logical

That this should be his wish.

And with that

We both went our separate ways.



They said you died at 7:00 ("seven") due to something in your head.

I asked the Sister why it wasn't someone else instead!

Tonight I cry myself a bath of tears and ask the world,

"Why is Rod Hull alive, and getting paid as well!?"



I heard a palace spokesman mention Sarah.

Said she'd known the groins of Jaques LaFitte.

She's well-prepared to be a standard-bearer.

As pure as the proverbial driven sleet!



Halfway up the reekin' with an empty flask of tea,

A fog descends and takes away my visibility.

Yet in this Helen Keller state, I'd still quite like to know

Why is Rod Hull alive, and getting paid as well!



And I wonder if they'll bring back

National Service and the Birch

And I wonder must I doubt if

They'll ever bring back The Watney Cup