CUBE

My mate Burt went into a pub,
Said “Put some music on, make sure it's dub”
The bartender turned into a blue peacock,
Said “would you like that with chicken or beefstock?”

He had a big head shaped like a cube,
A big, thickset body with a lot of chi
His wife in a pink boobtube,
When they came round for tea.

The film set of England,
With implements in their places,
Drama students watching other Drama students,
On telly and all over the places.

Men that write poems are
Neurotics that sit in garden sheds,
Or hide away in silent rooms
And get completely into their heads.

The smell of fresh coffee in the morning
As she lies on the bed in blue knickers
She's sending out signals, warnings,
Sucking on a bar of snickers.