Between the Eliot and the Cocker
The writing is bound to come a cropper
With the plot line firmly stored in the locker
The time is now right to write something proper
To draft something new about you
Say what you want if that is what you want
Be deceitful if deceit is your concrete choice
Say what you hope for if that is what you hope for
Be sincere if sincerity is his master’s voice
To craft something new about you
Between old Thomas Stearns and young Jarvis
The words are certain to be a real showstopper
It is the modernist way to call out the avarice
To pick out the pills for the party popper
Who laughed at something new about you
Say time is time if time is what you want
Be endearing if to endear is your Rolls Royce
Say place is place if place is how you cope
Be revealing if to reveal is your James Joyce
So daft, a portrait of something new about you
