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So I've made him my next of kin

In case people think that I'm dumb.

I wish I spoke Swahili

Then I could reconnect

penelope

Perhaps more touchy-feely

No, I'm more select

If I were a snowman

With a carrot for a nose

Angular and Roman

Radox The Green

You'd see how much it glows.

If I knew then what I know now

I'd choose a different course

No longer would I need to bow

To Romans, Jutes, and Norse (lament of the Iceni)

I wish I knew the secret

Of trying to sing in tune

But I have a voice just like a frog

So I'll serenade the moon.

I don't forgive the roundheads

For actions cavalier

Old Olie was a tyrant

And he took away our beer

I wish I weren’t innumerate

So mathematically numb

I can't work out the interest rate

Being Chancellor was dumb

I'm glad I'm not Jeremy Hunt

For taxing is his role

And I feel taxed just standing up

But rhyming slang's his goal.

I hold it, hold it, hold it more

My effort is in vain

For now it’s down there on the floor

Radox The Green

Next time I'll use a crane.

I wish I were an elephant

In the corner of the room

All would see but none would tell

That I'm the voice of doom.

I wish I were a punk rocker

With piercings in my face

For this would be more likely than

The plan that is in place

I wish I were a nightingale

I'd charm the world with song

Which flighty chorus might entail

KagomeShuko

And sing all night long.

I'm glad I'm not a princess

'Cos I'd be so fussy.

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I'm glad I'm not Marcel Marceau

Or I’d have this to say:

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But that was yesterday

I'm glad I'm not a busted flush

For that's an awful fate

But I am just a failure

At getting my first date.

I'm glad I'm not a man of war

A hydrozoan beast

I'm more inclined to think of peace

In Portugal at least

I wonder what's on the box

The one containing tricks

Oh. Nothing. I'll go out instead.

And find nothing at the flicks.

KagomeShuko

If I smell the roses

I might just prick my nose

And those who prick their noses

Stub their knees and pick their toes.
I long for obsolescence

Swift turnaround's my thing

I'll transmigrate my essence

For to nothing I do cling

These boots were made for something

And something's what they'll do

Bismarck

Observe as they do one thing

That's walk all over you

The quality of mercy

penelope

Depends on who you know

Luckily, my friends agree

You ordered flesh to go.

I wish I were in Amsterdam

To see the parakeets

While sipping on my Advocaat

And moistening the seats.

I know a bank where wild thyme blows

That's sweetly sprung in June

And like my love the musk-red rose

I’ll feel a right ass soon.

To be or not to be, that is

The pencil salesman’s lot

But personae more dramatis

Sketch a much darker plot

Is this a dagger or a sponge

Or duck-billed platypus?

Neither, it is virtual