It was Christmas Eve babe
By the fish tank
An old man said to me, "look there's another one"
And then he sang a song
(He'd had some Special Brew)
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
I picked a plucky one
A tiny, darting one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got koi big as cod
They've got julies of gold
But they're all young and pretty
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Guppies were waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Bublé was swinging,
All the fish they were swimming
We kissed by the tetras
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you faggot
Those cheap lousy maggots!
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my fish from me
When I first met you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around them
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
Are you on medication Geoff? It's unleashed a mean fount of creativity here.
ReplyDeleteI changed medication a couple of weeks ago, Murph. I think it's jussssssssssssssst beginning to kick innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
ReplyDeleteI love your rhymes. You should do some kind of poetry show-down with another blogger.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you're persisting with the poetry/lyrics/ryhmes/what the fuck in the face of all that is Holy at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteAll the best chez Geoff this Crimble, treat each other to something ironic.
Annie - Thank you. I think I'd get my arse whupped in a poetry showdown, though.
ReplyDeleteWyndham - Cheers. If I keep this stuff up I'll have no readers by February.
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarium!
ReplyDeleteThat piece was happy/sad and I liked your expression of the bipolarism of the Season...
if I am way off please be gentle.
I also enjoyed it because I did have a nice big 35 gallon setup in my youth and I loved sitting and watching those bloody fish for hours..tiny bubbles..
Have a great guilt free McCrimuss and see you in 007.
Happy Christmas Scumbag!
ReplyDeleteHE - Cheers - have a great one yourself. Fish are addictive, aren't they? I only ever had one goldfish who died at a young age. If I was to get into keeping fish I'd probably go mad. Well, madder.
ReplyDeleteKaz - I'll be happy if I don't hear that song again this year. But I know I'm bound to. I wonder if I should go to midnight mass, drop a button in the plate and spew up in the church? That's what real Pogues fans do.
Wow. just wow.
ReplyDeleteReal Pogues fans also have to piss themselves in Frankfurt. That's going to take some arranging what with the fog.
Throwing up & pissing yourself...
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, everybody!
There's a plaice for us,
ReplyDeleteSomewhere a plaice for us....
Merry Christmas, all.
Eel meat again.
ReplyDeleteHappy Christmas dear Geoffxx Have a wonderful time and keep up this poetry lark - it's marvellousxx
ReplyDeleteHappy Christmas, Molly.
ReplyDeleteI think I've had my little creative burst for now. All that food and drink's about to deaden me.