5 August 2012
The lovely Gaz got me kind of thinking
That Opussia is kinda down and is sinking
We need to lift our spirits and put on our smiles
Let's get our crazy heads on and go wild
For Gaz I've put on my She-Ra suit
Let's go mad and raise Opussia's roof
We can all dance our cares away
Into the night and forget the day
We can sing songs to lift our soul
Get the fragmented Opussian spirit whole
Together holding one another's hands
We can write Opusses of mystical lands
We can lay on a spread that tastes divine
Beers a plenty, and indeed Martini and Wine
Nothing like fun and a few nibbles
To forget all past little quibbles
The happiness of Opuss in our hand lies
No need for sadness, and unhappy cries
Strike up the band and belt out a tune
All welcome, the sane or the loon
As long as you are wearing your smiles
You can bring warts and all, even piles
The Opussian troubles we can kiss goodbye
For Gaz, I'll throw in a steak pukka pie
Smiles, Piles And Pies • Opuss № I