7 June 2012
Inspired by the wonderful posts by @smellyfingers , @naaviie and @sjw.
I'm catching the cuckoo train Not choo-choo train Cuckoo train. I'm catching the cuckoo train It's high time I was off. I'm going where the trees do hang From clouds that clang And bits of cheese that go bang. As the old fat lady sang 'It's the luck of the toss.' There the people don't complain, The dogs ain't tame, Life's not the same, And cows try to stop dancing in vain And cars all run on moss. Traffic jams are only ever caused By giant crab claws Catapulted from Oz And that ain't very often because They don't have a giant slingshot. One can take a front seat at the back And be uptight and crack After cutting some slack. The folks all wear potato sacks Instead of this haute couture rot. There's a rather famous man Who wears a pan On his head 'cos he can And he only eats strawberry jam Give him marmalade if you dare. If you catch the train with me To see the hanging trees And other oddities In a madman's bliss we will be We'll giggle without a care The Train Cuckoo Leaves from Waterloo At the hour 32 In the afternoon I guess I'll see you there.
Cuckoo Train (Post 200) • Opuss № I