as in the cold day,s light of death
 i draw deep down i hold my breath
as things go flow to reeling spin . . i hear that knock knock let me in
as i ponder knock knock caller so called friend or friend of true
chris the cretin (if you,d met him) ian angst or davy boo hoo
and it might have been foretold if i,d only well who knows
open  creaky door half open mystery caller p.c plainclothes
time to get  . . uh . . . fuddled something scanty babes . . dunes in the sun
the loony,s could be on the grass, time to run  run rabbit run
but some quest a knight to jest a game of chess or even snap
  fridge to cool no village fool no simple simon chickenflap
as voice echoes . . information  . .  information come in handy
in a quest for villanous villain  . .  villanous villan handy andy
so hadn,t squealed it hadn,t dealed it beanz meanz wasn,t in the can
hadn,t had his chicky chip,s yet villanous villan "batterman"
but as start  . . it,s not all heart, slow heart beating slightly bolder
become aware of beady eye eyes . . .  squinting over shoulder shoulder
as i come from mystic fountains knights of laughter babes of fable
was it lying where i,d left it  . . left it lying on the table
but if it was it somehow wasn,t in this quest a funny life
as p.c plainclothes makes his way day . .
in his search run for your wife





at witching hour  . . .  one o,clock in the morning
snoozing to snoozing or half asleep yawning
knock knock tick tock what,s the show
a chinny chinny bang bang low
and for my chin let chinny in falbled artist already know
"just so (mumble) very drunk somehow cannot find (hic) keys"
cannot find my way to flat,so cold so (hic) dark if you please"
but as she tries to steady feet (feet),mumble stumble tries so hard
thoughts go to debit . . . time to get credit  a mayor store advantage card
a lusting for busting dilems that,s thrusting
 reeling for feeling oh my stickey paws

fated like icebergs on wintery night  a moral dilema a legal as claws
but maybe i just fool myself, a court buffoon a laughing gnome
and p,raps tis time like arthur knight . . .
to help miss mumbles home