Beverly Rose - Sports Team

Scene on the road

Cars turning slowly round it

With flowers in rows

Watered by unseen powers

In orderly homes

Empty and still like summer

Its hotter than Rome

After a cold December

Guess it’s not, so hot

The Beverly rose

Heard it from bed one morning

She’ll see how it goes

Coffee and absent browsing

Dead in a row

Crushed in a dusty building

Do these monsters know?

The Daily Mail’s read by children

Guess it’s not, so hot

I get my copy for free, these days

Life in the caliphate

Has got pretty weird of late

So go on then, cut off your finger nails

The French they all eat horse and horse and horse and horse and horse and horse

and horse and snails