Gordontone-ah
FinsburyParkCarrots
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One lunchtime in the playground came the word
that pretty Prima'd dated grey boy John,
the nerdy one; all knew that she'd preferred
Smithy, suave and charming, but he'd gone
to some good school in Scotland. So, the chase
was on between two rivals: Tone, thin, sleek
with shiny teeth and sheeny baby face;
and Gordy, who'd the curse of looking bleak
with those big hangdog jowls of his. They made
a pact to try to win sweet Prima's love;
on good proviso that they each obeyed
this rule: The winner would make sure to move
aside, after a while, and let the other
have their chance of joy with Prima. Tone
said "Gordy, how I love you like a brother!
Of course I promise that this deal is done!"
Tone had winning playground ways. He wore
his school tie loose. At lunch, he played guitar.
He said he'd get the tuck shop bullies: more
and more dear Prima noticed him from far
and she, it was, who came to him one day
when drama class had finished. She said "Tone,
I'm yours forever." That good day in May
the two walked home from school. Standing alone,
Gordy said "Tone said my time would come,
He promised." Gordy wiggled both his thumbs,
harrumphed a bit, and mused while walking home
How Prima would prefer a lad whose sums
were always right in class, when she got older.
But weeks went on, and Tone and Prima still
kept walking hand in hand. Now Gordy, bolder
in his playground stomp roared "I've my fill!",
and rounded up his chums, stood around the yard
behind the bikesheds. Gordy shouted "Tone
promised me a date with Prima!" "Hard
luck!", one shouted back. "Yeah, that chap's one
two faced smiley rotter" said another:
"He promised you you'd get your turn with Prima,
Saying how he loved you like a brother.
I've always said that fellow's just a climber."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On Tuesday pub nights they meet up for darts,
counting down the 501s. Now, Gordy,
through his pint glass spies those loving hearts
kissing in the corner. When a bawdy
whisper from a mate, on Pri and Tone's
fabled "noisy neighbour" love life hits
his eardrum, Gordy makes these little moans
and growls "I'll win her yet" before he spits.
that pretty Prima'd dated grey boy John,
the nerdy one; all knew that she'd preferred
Smithy, suave and charming, but he'd gone
to some good school in Scotland. So, the chase
was on between two rivals: Tone, thin, sleek
with shiny teeth and sheeny baby face;
and Gordy, who'd the curse of looking bleak
with those big hangdog jowls of his. They made
a pact to try to win sweet Prima's love;
on good proviso that they each obeyed
this rule: The winner would make sure to move
aside, after a while, and let the other
have their chance of joy with Prima. Tone
said "Gordy, how I love you like a brother!
Of course I promise that this deal is done!"
Tone had winning playground ways. He wore
his school tie loose. At lunch, he played guitar.
He said he'd get the tuck shop bullies: more
and more dear Prima noticed him from far
and she, it was, who came to him one day
when drama class had finished. She said "Tone,
I'm yours forever." That good day in May
the two walked home from school. Standing alone,
Gordy said "Tone said my time would come,
He promised." Gordy wiggled both his thumbs,
harrumphed a bit, and mused while walking home
How Prima would prefer a lad whose sums
were always right in class, when she got older.
But weeks went on, and Tone and Prima still
kept walking hand in hand. Now Gordy, bolder
in his playground stomp roared "I've my fill!",
and rounded up his chums, stood around the yard
behind the bikesheds. Gordy shouted "Tone
promised me a date with Prima!" "Hard
luck!", one shouted back. "Yeah, that chap's one
two faced smiley rotter" said another:
"He promised you you'd get your turn with Prima,
Saying how he loved you like a brother.
I've always said that fellow's just a climber."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On Tuesday pub nights they meet up for darts,
counting down the 501s. Now, Gordy,
through his pint glass spies those loving hearts
kissing in the corner. When a bawdy
whisper from a mate, on Pri and Tone's
fabled "noisy neighbour" love life hits
his eardrum, Gordy makes these little moans
and growls "I'll win her yet" before he spits.
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cute
Prima is the Prime Minister's job, ya see.... grey boy John was former Tory PM John Major, PM when Gord and Tone made their pact.
Anyway, never mind that. Has anyone recorded themselves for the radio yet, bar sevensins, who sent me a load of music ready for broadcast? :cool:
Is it going to be just us then?
I'm ready to send more, but shoot! I sure wish I could get on to this radio station of yours! I canna get da right settings?
shit shit shit...
It's an old one that I'd forgotten I'd written. On rediscovering it, some odd compulsion drove me to repost it.
glad you did
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key