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Sunday, 4 March 2007
Bilo and Biggles by Rachel
Bilo and Biggles
Go together like a cup of
Earl Grey and giggles
Pour us / Poor us
A bit a'that my darling, charming man
But I was
Stupid then, and stupid when
On a snarling November morn,
snapping on the heels of Hod
He said:
“I’ve had enough, my f(r)iend,
of all your larks and daydreams.
Get yourself sorted –
no more scallys in them alleys, those which
you frequent far too often.
My fellow bohemian son of Albion
Time to sign off and out.”
I feel the grief sodden sadness of someone
who is not a man no more
Lost my integrity
Lost my philosophy
Here I am at the Head of Beachy
'Bout to call an end
To the prancings and dancings
I used to take for granted
Here I go a-leaping
Here I go a-stop
(Are such things done on Albion's shore?)
~ Rachel 2007
Go together like a cup of
Earl Grey and giggles
Pour us / Poor us
A bit a'that my darling, charming man
But I was
Stupid then, and stupid when
On a snarling November morn,
snapping on the heels of Hod
He said:
“I’ve had enough, my f(r)iend,
of all your larks and daydreams.
Get yourself sorted –
no more scallys in them alleys, those which
you frequent far too often.
My fellow bohemian son of Albion
Time to sign off and out.”
I feel the grief sodden sadness of someone
who is not a man no more
Lost my integrity
Lost my philosophy
Here I am at the Head of Beachy
'Bout to call an end
To the prancings and dancings
I used to take for granted
Here I go a-leaping
Here I go a-stop
(Are such things done on Albion's shore?)
~ Rachel 2007
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