They hold food for the machine that goes ping,
They keep your milk cold,
As well as saying something too bold.
What if we could all see
The little pixie?
Just around the corner,
Sitting in their sawner.
Without them,
Your beer wouldn�t be fresh,
And your child wouldn�t be in a cr�che.
So, next time you eat a fresh pie,
Just take one moment to think of the little guy!
when you stop smoking dope.
Then you begin to cope,
And spend your time to mope.
Everything you ask, the answer is �NOPE!�
But then you see the pope,
He gives you a lot of rope,
And not much soap.
When you realise the cone,
You burn a thrown,
When you go all prone,
You decide to take a bone,
When you�re all on your own,
So you start to moan,
And change the tone,
Of you being all alone.
You know when they were created?
On the Eve of All Hallows.
Same they�re pretty pink painted.
Full of sugar,
But fat free.
I wouldn�t trade �em, not even for a car.
Unless it had a nice key.
Too many can make you feel sick,
But not enough can�t be good, for me.
If I can�t pay, I feel a right kick,
I will soon be in debt, with a huge fee.
It lives in a cot,
It�s as small as a dot,
And it�s all we�ve got.
We feel real hot,
So, we decide to jot,
Not much, some more, a lot,
Then we collapse to a knot,
And cook a huge pot,
Which decides to rot,
All on its tot,
Then you shout �WHAT?�
What is a yacht?
But others just go �EEP!�
It�s like when you collapse to a floor-like heap.
You then go out and buy one big Jeep.
First thing you do is check it�s beep.
And then, you�re not in too deep.
�Tis all one huge leap.
Just for a very quick peep.
Then, you realise it was all sleep.
So, you decide to disappear and weep.
It�s all a secret you must keep!
Would we still sleep on lockers?
Would we still drink Walkers?
I don�t have answers,
I just collect collers.
And the things from that place called Europers,
They�re usually related to mingers.
And wear on their head, knickers
They do, have fun with their pingers.
And the time they do tell with their tockers,
Have on their hands, they do, sockers.
And no-one likes the Cantaners,
�Cos of how they wear their jumpers.
And the land they call Gulliver�s,
They�re all classed as the safest killers.
Almost as if we�re off our rockers!
When we put on our Dockers,
Shrink do the knockers,
On the door of the Fockers!