Goodbye S.S.
Go away girl, go away
and let me pack my dreams
Now where did I put those yesteryears
made up with broken seams
Where shall I sweep the pieces
my God they still look new
There's a taxi waiting at the door
but there's only room for you
Spike Milligan
Porridge
Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!
On a plinth in London
A statue we should see
Of Porridge made in Scotland
Signed, "Oatmeal, O.B.E."
(By a young dog of three)
Spike Milligan
Silly old baboon
There was a baboon
Who one afternoon
Said I think I will fly to the sun
So with great palms strapped to his arms
He started to takeoff at a run
Mile after mile he galloped in style
But never once left the ground
You’re going too slow said a passing crow
Try reaching the speed of sound
So he put on a spurt My God how it hurt!
Both the soles of his feet caught on fire
As he went through a stream there were great clouds of steam!
But he never got any higher
On and on through the night, both his knees caught alight
Clouds of smoke billowed out of his rear!
Quick to his aid were the fire brigade
They chased him for over a year
Many moons passed by … Did Baboon ever fly?
Did he ever get to the sun?
I’ve just heard today, he’s well on his way
He’ll be passing through Acton at one.
spike milligan
I love Spike ..