"Where is he going with this?"

Just like a cricket,

Now if you've got a minute.

 

"Where are you going with this?

Now don't you dare start taking the piss".

 

Just like a cricket,

Now if you've got a minute,

Nothing on my chest,

No sins with it.

 

So off we go again; but not with Harriett the Hen,

Or living inside the hole; of a foxes den.

 

It's getting closer,

No not the poster; just by the toaster,

But the coaster,

Hanging off the edge,

That's how we all were; when it sank in our heads.

 

It was abysmal; hearing of your dismissal,

This is all boring; but back then there was no warning,

All trying to move on; 4 years almost gone,

Feels like only yesterday; not that long.

 

Time goes fast; just look at 'your' past,

So just you make sure; that your good experiences last,

Pinch of salt; and vinegar with malt,

Watch out for that lightning bolt.

 

Many doors close; but many gates open,

Go for the life; that you're currently roping,

If it doesn't work out; then never mind,

You can always try and grab; a different kind.

 

"Where was he going with this?

Who knows, at least he didn't take the piss".