BogRhymes

Cowardly, no.
Forward we, go!
What the hell, do I know?
I’m part of the show!

Need to keep weeding
Sun it is beaming
Eat to keep feeding
Sun it is beaming
Sleep to keep dreaming
Sun it is beaming
Hope it keeps beaming
Sun it is beaming

Better to want than to need
Better to have than to want
Better to want than to not

I want all I need to have
I need all I have to want
I need all I want to have
I want all I have to need

I have all I want to want
I need all I have to need
I have all I have to want
I have all I need to need

After weeks of murky gloom,
What’s with this abundance of sun?
This weather is a welcome boom,
Have the exams already begun?

She’s truly great she’s
World champion Katie
She’s truly great she’s
World champion Katie
She’s truly great she’s
World champion Katie
She’s truly great she’s
World champion Katie

It’s not that using it is beneath me,
But the experience is little more
Than leaving some digital graffiti,
On the back of a toilet door.

A day’s worth of news,
The media did spout.
When a grandson of Dev
Decided, to do nowt.

Our satirists are flatterists,
Our mimics pull gimmicks.
Our moaners ain’t loners,
Our rebels mostly cynics.
Our thinkers are blinkered,
Our stars are blinded.
Our stories aren’t boring,
Our tellers are chided.

Bring back the eighties,
This decade decays me.
Bring back the days when,
We had some days then.
Bring back the heroes,
Even some weirdos.
Bring back the times when,
We had some times then.

I had a big ditch
I dumped the bitch
I planted some holly
I am now jolly

Another year revolving
Around the sun, is done.
The diving and bobbing
Of summer birds, has begun!

The state we’re in,
This state of Erin.
Her head was in the clouds,
While her arse was taerin..!
This state of Erin,
The state we’re in.
Afraid to shout aloud,
In case we seem uncaring.

The state we’re in,
This state of Erin.
Our hospitals are crumbling,
But our banks aren’t failing.
This state of Erin,
The state we’re in.
Our government is bumbling,
It’s not leading, just trailing.

The state we’re in,
This state of Erin.
No sanctuary in the church,
So, no real point in praying.
This state of Erin,
The state we’re in.
A generation in the lurch,
With no reason to be staying.

The state we’re in,
This state of Erin.
A land bursting with potential,
But the lack of taps is glaring.
This state of Erin,
The state we’re in.
Fixing up her now, essential,
With no cowboys, repairing.

Prime Time investigates,
Prime Time Investigates!

As you lie in your comfy bed tonight,
With your lover – or on your own.
Spare a thought for those who justly fight,
And sleep on their factory floor.

Almost over,
The worst of all months.
Almost sober,
The thirst alone hurts.
Almost lonely,
The hurt is short lived.
Almost golden,
The dirt is long sieved.