MIDSUMMER NERDSES

BEWARE, BEWARE, OH ENGLISH FOLKS
IT'S MIDSUMMER IN SWEDEN
IF NOT MIDSUMMER-MURDER
THE MORE MIDSUMMER NERDSES

THEY DRAG YOU OUT AND BIND YOUR HAIR
WITH STICKY FLOWERS
AND BEWARE
THE FUNNY DRINKS WITH UGLY TASTE
AND SMELLY FISH YOU EAT WITH HASTE
AND LIKEWISE FAST
YOU THROW THEM UP
IN THE NEAREST FLOWER CUP
AND THEN IT'S ONLY STARTED
THEY SOON WILL TURN RETARDED !

A POLE IS RISEN TO THE SKY
A CROSS WITH LEAVES ON
JESUS CHRIST !
NOW MOST OF THEM ARE VERY DRUNK
WHEN WILL THE DARKNESS COME
(SO WE CAN SNEAK OFF HOME...)

BUT SUDDENLY THEY TAKE YOUR HAND
AND THEY WILL START THE SINGING AND
THE DANCING ROUND THE POLE !
THEY DANCE AND JUMP AND FALL AND CURSE
THE SONG IS FALSE AND UNREHEARSED
THE LITTLE CHILDREN CRY

THE NEIGHBOURS HUSBAND, MAMMY, WHY ??
IS HE UNDER YOUR SKIRT

MY GOOD ADVICE, YOU ENGLISH FOLKS
TO LIVE IT TROUGH
TO SAVE YOUR MIND
IF NOT BY WHISKEY, NOT BY WINE
SO FOR NEXT MORNING SAVE A LINE
AND TELL IT ALL TO CHARLIE...

NEXT YEAR, THOUGH, BEFORE YOU GO
ABDUCTED ONTO PAGAN COLE
YOU SLIP AN E AGAINST THE SQUARE
AND SCARY NATIVE ATMOSPHERE
LATER MAYBE TWO OR FIVE
AND LET YOURSELF GO JIG AND JIVE

BUT CAREFUL
NOT TOO HAPPY OR TOO ABLE
NO DANCING ON THE TABLE !




Poetry by PapaFahr The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-02-26 at 10:37

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yeah, just 4 months left: we'll soon be there again, singing in the rain, and no hunk who ain't drunk like a skunk
2008-02-26