There once was a terrible mess
All over the house I confess
But it was not mine
Who made it this time
I will not clean it under duress
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The room is an absolute state
There is not a second to wait
Two nights in a row
The dreams they did show
That people have lost touch with fate
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It looks like some Branston pickle
Has fallen in ways which are fickle
All over the floor
Now blocking the door
And things are as sticky as treacle
–
If the right questions are found
When Mr Chaos abounds
One might start
To look in the heart
For ways and means that are sound
–
For behind secrets which are kept
Under grievances’ duvet well slept
One might find a clue
As to what is yet true
And not far under the carpet swept
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A bacterial culture E. Coli
Multiplies under the sky
And this little strain
Enjoys a refrain
Feeding on fear in the pie
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Two nights and dreamers both twice
Have dreams of messes and mice
Not ours to solve
Nor to evolve
It all hangs on a throw of the dice
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So now these little rhymes
Are but signs of the times
Action quite quick
Before falling sick
Will stop anymore crimes
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So in all the houses and homes
And beneath the sacred domes
Look for debris
Related to me
For what can be done to atone
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If things continue to drift
Will open further a rift
That will not heal
Perhaps forever I feel
Now time to get on with the shift!!
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So on this most misty of mornings
And just as the new day is dawning
The poet did write
As day follows night
To issue this song as a warning.
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