Yo Peeps I’ve been confined to barracks lately so unable to furnish you with fresh Barnaby’s of wuzzo, so here’s one of my odes for your delectation. It’s called ‘erudite’. hasta la rasta x i Jah d’Kwack
My brain is like a Teddy Bear
Got no worries got no care
But like Ted it’s worn threadbare
Losing stuffing everywhere
Someone said “you’re erudite”
Or was it Errol Flynn?
My eru’s not packed in too tight
Nor helped by Vera Lynn (gin)
Despite that night not hearing right
I sucked my stomach in
When riding bike for home tonight I hope my eru’s not a sight
“He’s erudite” shrieked Beryl Flight
Or were her knickers pulled up tight?
(Not a very pretty sight if you’re cycling late at night)
My head is full of many things
Some cabbages not many Kings
If octopod could wear gold rings where would he put his waterwings?
I find it hard retaining thought buzzing in my head
Thoughts are like migrant birds flaky flock of absurd words
Fluttering like butterfly
Where & Who & What & Why?
Is it ANNO DOMINI passing of the years?
I’m stuffing down humblest pie does it end in tears?
Perhaps I’ll wear a snappy hat to hold my brainwaves in
A leather one in smart mat black furry tiger skin?
My thoughts would then be held in place
Behaviour would not cause disgrace
I could look so debonair
Head & hat a lovely pair without worry or care
I’d have to wear the hat quite tight in case of sudden gust
Otherwise thoughts would take flight landing in the dust
It would be hard to put them back covered up with grime
Collecting them in haversack would take exhaustive time
I’ll tie the hat beneath my chin erudites safely held in
Then I could strike a learned pose tiger skin above my nose
Lovelier than any rose
Port for all my portmanteaus