Wednesday 1 April 2009

Rock around the clock

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock bottom
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock bottom
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock bottom
We're gonna mope around the clock tonight.

When the clock strikes 1 I cry into a bin until its full to the brim. Then I take it outside and throw it over the first person I see.

When the clock strikes 2 I realise that the only thing that could possibly make me happy would be if I changed into a dog and I found a skip full of cat bones to chew on.

When the clock strikes 3 I find myself digging for gold in a lasagne that has been made by me and I know for a fact I didn’t put any gold in it.

From four o’clock to twelve o clock I clean the bathroom.

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