In Sipid Town


In Sipid Town
The cows are brown
The boys are mostly gay

The judge’s insane
The people complain
But they do not have to stay

But if instead
You stay in bed
What can you really do ?

Should you intervene
Betwixt or between
Or dill-dally too ?

I rather think
That we should drink
To ease up on the pain

Like many things
That government brings
It’s money down the drain

In Sipid’s street
The girls wear meat
The cats they bark at you

The horses bleat
The wives they cheat
And the lights are painted blue

So what is here
That causes fear
And makes the mayor go ‘moo’ ?

Well truth be told
It’s a vampire old
And not just one but two !

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About TI

TI is based in Auckland, New Zealand. TI's somewhat eclectic interests include (but are certainly not limited to) legal humour (the law can be funny), good wine, the search for the best possible chocolate, alcoholic beverages, travel, commercial aircraft, photography, weird news stories and classical music.
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