时间：2016-12-29
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Surging out of Convalescence - Half Man Half Biscuit
Darts in soap operas oh so wrong oh so wrong
No-one's scoring and there's
Too much chat between each throw
Worse than this though is when
Cheers are raised for the bull
Granted bull's a double and an out
But I know that they don't
Know therefore
I propose
No Soap Darts
Is your child hyperactive or is he perhaps a twat
Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach
Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit
Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow
Strive in vain
For they say
Few succeed
I wrote to the Horse Hounds
To gloat over what I'd done
I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system
Let's face it what're they going to do
It's not as if they know where I live
And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984
Heartbroken matrons
On joyless beds
For those whose souls the iron has entered
And if I get to Heaven's gate
I'll doubtless have to wait
While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk
The inside of a Halex Three-Star table-tennis ball
Smells much like you'd expect it to
