Cowlick

Tourists asking tourists asking tourists asking tourists asking Armed traffic wardens woe As his misfire hits a head-banging pigeon The winged rat is now a little bit pregnant Driving instructor tells old sailor's tale Of broccoli madness Says his ship has veg Old punks New punks Soup with soggy bread chunks Pidge grows up to become friends with obese beige men And a speckled grey hen Flightless in denial Spiteless, loves camomile My words pander With the riding style of Mikel Landa Shoe-horned wooden truths Worn out trusty shoes Driving instructor retells old wives tale of cauliflower madness I've got a cowlick You wouldn't get it I got a cowlick The peat bog is on fire Flooded with avian desire Colossal sized On his day He will get his way Since the anchors fell away Slept on the mould that grows in between your toes Your neighbour's mowing his lawn On Wednesday he wants to wash his car But on Wednesday It's gonna rain So he's gonna have to do it again and again... Old punks I got a cowlick Soup with soggy bread chunks