Ox shun

don't waste no time on men of wax
don't back no uterus up
see the tour bus,
know you bearings
to the white hills of endeavour
oh how I miss them
where the camels of ships do play
couch spying and sitting
slimming vertical stripes...
oooh err, don't you look snappy!
clever parking proves to be dumb camping
spying of pot,
where are the plants?
off to the show
something smells a bit fishy
is it old privy breath?
closing on a binge of metal carriages
Beaver Plastics once lived here
now homeless and shadows of their former Beavii
Beaver Packaging took their places
bringing on milla jovovich in the purest of senses
nothing to do with bloody hell...
so many miles from Beaver Housing
alright guvna?
across seas, lands and cloud formations
accents, skin groupings and small variations on the theme of humanity
many a time did we sit,
yon ship of the desert and I
in amongst the belching beasts
2 minutes 'til blast off
the hairy canary standing by
the brains trust standing off
nosin around nosin around
a residence built by young people
for young people
the crowds swelled in their collective trousers
the tension built
and Mr Clever Pants finally came out
a-prancing and a-dancing,
a-preaching and a-leeching
the regulations of the state pronounce that any pro-lapses of the rectum must therefore be protracted beyond any further pronouncements...
SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !
that was the important bit.
the night ship closed his legs
retracted his antennae and made small talk with kitty kat
the functioning of section 13, cell block Q, which shall be henceforth be referred to as the smiling seat of power puts forth the order of the day forthwith........
the hairy canary passes wind
the ebabes smiles benignly
something like a phenomenon soaking up the information
thou shalt stand with your rear facing outwards, shedheads firmly strapped on and any itching, scratching or pining shall be freely interpreted as a gesture of goodwill and desirous of collusion.....
hearty banter, nervous smiles.........
around and around the parcel is passed
bouncy bounce bounce bounce....
the muzak stops
Albert Brown states his wish and throws a coin over his shoulder
No win!
the muzak starts up again...
is that how he affords the gnashers?
bouncy bounce bounce bounce...
the hairy canary tries to wave the bus down
but uses the wrong hand signals
the driver wipes his dill sandwich across the screen and burns off indignantly
who is that snickering?
here kitty kitty....
the muzak stops again
Signorina Akmallagram is left holding the bundle, holds her breath and tries to click her heels
No win!
a fight to the death seems imminent
Marshall Stacked and his good husband look to have set their hearts to schtum
Lesbian Pygmy Revue know what to do...
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye... the pontiff of this accursed hamlet has let it be known that it is for the keep not the forecastle
a flash of blue crosses benevolent ebay shopper
the hairy canary ducks and dives
a tooth from Marshall
some nails from the revue
some milking from Mr Clever Pants
a few loose screws by Marshall
the Revue knows it's now or never
murmuring along the one-legged chorus line...
the social club funds are spent and faded.
Marshall booms cool,
ready to blast inwards and onwards
vass is diss?
a change in the wind
and the sails fail
and Marco Cool plucks the pigeon and it's over....
wot, no cuddle?