August 10, 2010

THE SURPRISING HISTORY OF AIKEN DRUM

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 8:49 pm by bizarrerhymes

There was a man lived in the moon,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
His coat was made of good roast beef
To comfort nights in Regent St.
His waistcoat made of crusty pies
It kept the sparkle in his eyes,
His trousers were old Big Mac bags
His name was Aiken Drum.

There was a man in another town,
Who played upon a razor,
An evil man called Willy Wood,
Who’d take a chance where ‘er he could,
He ate up all the good roast beef
And ate up all the good pie crust,
But he choked upon the Big mac bags,
And that’s what ended Willy Wood.

He strolled along in strides of love
To him a pigeon was a dove,
For a cup of tea he used to croon,
Cos’ Aiken Drum lived in the moon.

LOVE chokes greed and malice
And puts a pauper in a palace
If you feel like Wood
Then think of Drum
Who strolled along in strides of love.

LOVE choked Willy Wood
And Willy Wouldn’t
But Aiken could and would love.
.
LOVE choked Willy Wood
And Willy wouldn’t
But Aiken could and would love..

LOVE choked Willy Wood
And Willy wouldn’t
But Aiken could and would love.

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