The Swordsman's Denial

The Swordsman's Denial

Jump up on your good foot sister
I'm back and back and back
And all the world's gazumped
And all my sweets are flumps

Onions!, onions!, onions! was the cry
And Pickle! Pickle! the reply

Stuart stood in a bowl with a knife and fork
His arms spread wide like a bungee rope
And a spoon on his eyeball

Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga

But Poyn was getting funky
The funky funky fuck
And Beany was twisting, twisting, twisting

Like a melon.