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This one is awlful and done for fun
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This one is awlful and done for fun |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Picture a night in Camelot Everyone happy Arthur Chief Exec Having a word with his Marketing Arthur where's your trumpet I am not old you miserable strumpet Sorry Merlin My hearing must be blurring This table you've thought up What happened to the loving cup Their nights my lord are their own affair The Druids are complaining will become your care Why is the table a mile around We give a lot my lord To invest in our stragety That all are equal Beneath the sword Have we gone to ground Merlin Can we leave the straw Are we ready for the table We've always had the floor It makes the wine go far, sir Are we that hard up My lord I entreat you Look at the label on your cup Tin is popular I'm told We mine it all the time That is for the peasants my lord Yours is supposed to be a cup Merlin I understand Your magic disappears Why only last week I was told I had big ears Sire I can spin Magic around your toes I'm sorry about your ears I thought I was covering your nose Why is it I can never find another hundred years, Sire We've only just invented hind sight And that stuff will make you blind Sire |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Interesting... These lines grabbed me good: Are we ready for the table We've always had the floor That could totally be used as lyrics in a political song ala Sting or Midge Ure. Thanks for the read. -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
The phrase I really liked, blowing my own trumpet, was: That all are equal Beneath the sword Dave |
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