(A moonbeam of loveliness for our world darkened by cynicism.)
My Favourite Things.
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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
Sauce on a meat pie, and jocks snugly fittens.
Millions in banknotes all tied up with strings.
These are a few of my favourite things.
New cars, and bare feet on sandy beach walkin’
Bikinis on beach girls set my eyes a-gawkin’
Peroxide in ears, and fried chicken wings.
These are a few of my favourite things.
Rum mixed with coke, and the Simpsons, and full moons.
Rhythmically farting in church to the hymn tunes.
Pulling the wings off march flies every Spring,
These are a few of my favourite thing. (s)
Stabbing the car tyres of noisy transgressors,
Burning the wigs of the barristers and lawyers.
Travelin’ Australia making alien crop rings.
These are a few of my favourite things.
So when the dog bites, and the bees sting your face,
Then Earth rends consuming you in fiery embrace,
It’s no use remembering your favourite things…..
‘Cos we’re going to Hell and the doom that it brings.
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Copyright GOF 2014
Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for the royalties to roll in.
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The Bucket 
So, the crop circles were yours? Stealth and lederhosen all in the one post. You have truly outdone yourself this time, GOF.
Yep, I need to keep busy annoying people in my spare time.
I hope you realise that YOU are totally responsible for this post Judy. It’s all your fault. 🙂
Now might be a good time for me to retire from verse.
Happy to take full blame, but just know that I never inhaled 😉
Thank goodness for that.;)
Thank you for sparing us an audio post …
I’m working on a video version but was having difficulty thinking of an actor suitable for the burning-wig ‘barrister’ role…………..until you came along. 😉
A voice spoke to me during the night suggesting that I write the lyrics and you sing the songs. GOF and GOM…..sorta like a modern day version of Goffin and King or Bernie Taupin and Elton John. That way we can share the royalties. I know you will use the money wisely.
If a “voice” told you to get me to sing anything, then you need to start worrying.
I was moved to tears
Pain sometimes does that to you. Thank you for reading. Box of tissues in the mail.
Such talent should not go unrewarded, GOF. Have you ever considered busking at the Sunday markets in Cairns?
Thank you Snowy. What a joy it is to have discerning readers such as yourself……unlike some people (next in line) of little faith. 😉
I tried busking at the markets once but ended up in hospital having shards of eggshells removed from my eyes.
Perhaps don’t give up the day job just yet!
Whaaat!!! Not enough verses? Insufficient sarcasm? I’m bewildered.
Woe is me. Where o where did I go wrong. 😦
Well, you may need more than one song? Or poem? Or ballad – or whatever it was!
OK, Thank you…now I know you need lots more modified classics…..lets see what I can do with “You are sixteen, I am seventeen…” 😉
Or in our case, “you were 55, and I was 60 something”
I think I’ll retire from song lyric-writing while I’m at the top of my game. 😉
Excellent! Shakespeare isn’t it? Though I can’t remember which play… 😉
Thank goodness someone else appreciates top shelf poetry. No plagiarism here Lance. It’s part of a larger tragic tale ‘The Slow Deterioration of GOF’ .
‘The Slow Deterioration of GOF’
It sounds like an epic. 😉
“It’s part of a larger tragic tale ‘The Slow Deterioration of GOF’ .”
There’s a trilogy, and it involves rings and dragons too, right?
Think I read it.
Yep that’s the one Lauowolf, but there’s a sequel coming out which involves psychologists, walking canes and an abundance of alcohol. 😉
I’m sure I’ve heard this song somewhere before, but maybe I’m mistaken. 😀
Thank you very much for visiting.
I hope you’re mistaken because this song was only ever performed in a very dodgy venue. 😉
😆
Peroxide in ears, and fried chicken wings.
These are a few of my favourite thinga
Oh GOF, I’m sure they’d refill the barbeque sauce if you’d just ask them.
Hydrogen peroxide (3%) in ears is an exquisitely enjoyable (and cleansing) experience. 😉
I was more thinking as a waxy seasoning for your wings, but hey to each his own…..
Sorry…..it’s only 6 am I haven’t woken up properly yet. 😉
Ah, I was wondering about the time difference there. It’s 3:36 pm here. Afternoon slump, time for more coffee (or something).
Some Indonesian civet-poop coffee I hope. Are you still freezing over there?
Somewhere between 16F (-8C) and 1F (-17C). Hardly compares to the Midwest’s misery, still was chilly shoveling this morning (a whole inch of snow, woo hoo! It’s practically the snowpocalypse they predicted!)
Hope you guys aren’t baking cookies on your dashboards.
http://www.waow.com/story/18946660/hot-enough-to-bake-cookies-in-the-car
I know you enjoy the snow….so keep shoveling. 😉
Inga’s been frying eggs on her dashboard….they’ve had several days of 42 C + down there. Weather patterns in Oz mean that when she has hot dry northerlies blowing off the arid interior, we get reciprocal moist south easterlies off the ocean….rain and drizzle. It is the beginning of our wet season in tropical Australia.
Oh my goodness. The farting to hymns made me laugh so loud I hurt myself.
Yes, this is another one going in the Poems by GOF file.
Bahahaha.
Thank you Lauri….it pleases me greatly that someone manages to smile at this nonsense ‘poetry’.