I met my friend the other day,
And what I saw near blew me away,
For there on his neck where should have been a head,
Was a small and juicy tangerine instead,
I told him that I thought this was quite tragic,
He said it was simply a Genie's magic,
He'd released the Genie from a lamp,
Three thousand years had given him cramp,
The Genie with a smile did say,
Three wishes Master come your way,
So I said, what was your first?
As I bought him a drink to ease his thirst,
I did what any man would bid,
I wished for about ten million quid,
And then for the second, what was your choice?
I wished for a shiny new Rolls Royce,
And the third? This answer I did dread,
Why, I wished for a tangerine instead of a head!
Will my snot ever stop dribbling,
Slithering from my nose,
Landing in great, huge dollops,
Down the front of my clothes?