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 NO DAY TO SEIZE

 

Now you wheeze

When you don’t sneeze, you freeze

In this morning sunny breeze

 

Could we ease

Your so-called strong disease ?

We did what you please

As we took our Fees, my lean Maïlyse

 

As a Tamil who fought the Sinhalese

There’s nothing that may your mind appease.

As  you swung from an old and high trapeze

You’re broken, dirt on your skinny knees

 

We had all thought

Who fell hard once

Won’t fall hard twice

Say to be true :

A Lucky dunce

Always get the lowest price

 

You’re an old mutt that shakes filthy fleas

You’re like a battle lost overseas

For you, thickhead, there is no day to seize

Where do you get this taste to displease ?

 

There’s no day to seize

There’s no day to seize

There’s no day to seize

There’s no day to seize

 

© ℗ 2015 Mumbling Thom