happy soup

cuddle and wait

a huddle on the floor

cool cats all in a muddle at the door

what a bore. badger just scored

barking in the dark

face like they're basking each other

she's a dark princess

she doesn't really need this

she's wearing a vivienne westwood

do you mind if i kiss you?

have a little cuddle?

there's no way that's gonna go

silly little rave queen

mumbling dirty options

sitting on my lap

who am i

the sort of chap

watching you dance

a bit scared now

then badgers snuggling up

with ambitions

breaking my love

and all the posh girls are laughing

and i've got to think quick

who am i? who am i?

so the taxi

drives off into the mystic

and i bid farewell to you

i'm stuck a badger

and his crew

lowing it down in poetry

will i sit on this fence forever

acceptable living

surely not

you

well

you were never there in the first place

were you?