Boulder!Boulder!
Look over your shoulder!
Rolling rock guilt, Han Solo
Run from the boulder!
Our lives crossed through a TV screen
And into the dreams
Of over-active children
(Like me!)
No sandy chasm was there we couldn’t conquer
Nothing we couldn’t do!
Take all the treasure
And defeat the Nazis
You dreadful fraudful fool
My young pyjamas were my explorer clothes
Whip by my pillow
(Length of back-garden hose)
Dive in the pond
Break bones in daft falls
Never known such happy days as those
So who’s this little slip Calista Flockhart?
(Calista just sounds like a Scotch young man)
Why aren’t you stealing skulls or ruining history?
BECAUSE YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SHAM
A thirteenth birthday spent in broken seclusion
The whip and hat left in a cupboard to cool
Turn twenty-seven in a couple of fortnights
“You bore me stupid, kid”
Yes, now I'm cold too
You even said James Bond was your dad!
You TWAT.
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