The War on Cheese

Have it for breakfast?

to be continued

anyone can be like a hero

in the war on cheese you stick your hands

up & turn round to face the window

wave for the fans

don't repeat yourself too often try

wearing clothes or pose without a gun

photo ops is all now don't be shy

shine like the son

easy does it you could get to like

living like this even like gold fish

are obeyed in office just think pike

make like a wish

that's the ticket what I said about

repetition may not have been true

always leave like little room for doubt

red's the new blue

well we gotta get back on the bus

see you later son look after Mom

hey no tears you know I hate that fuss

see you anon

dried leaf smoking

catch us on netwits

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singing for your suffer

yep yep yep the yah-yahs have it

revel in our elephant

cheapskate faceaches

flaunted on Suckerbook

swinging wicker basket loads

chokka low-hanging likes

desiccated shred

& sold down the river

by young sharks

in seersucker suits

the black princess

not the only Yank to wed a prince

Kelly Grace & Simpson Mrs both

took their chance on royalty got pinched

swearing the oath

what is with these Boston tea part nymphs

don't they know it's wrong to be aloof

join the team that conjures kings of wimps

fiddlers off roofs

moths will fly to candle flames it seems

bright their wings that flutter into plumes

smoke & mirrors quoth the mother queen

humming a tune

loathe to spoil her wedding anyway

divorcees deserve a second chance

give her time to come up with the babes

on with the dance

maybe Meg will start a dynasty

folks of colour rush to windy stops

take a break from the land of the free

top of the pops

not another episode

Marlowe doesn't run to series two

Faust dismembers on the mightnight stroke

good detective helps the boys in blue

winding up broke

happy or not the ending remains

sacred drama follows arcane rules

blondes are gently pistol-whipped in chains

run out of fools

kisses are exchanged their eggs get boiled

hard at least that's how his words come out

coffee stained the fog of danger oiled

well not a sprout

struts & frets a little large the stage

set for shootouts though some kindness there

humour twists the plot is off the page

blood's in the air

Marlowe's world of black & white repeats

vice & blackmail as spectator sports

murder every Sunday morning beats

beauties with warts

Don't say it!