Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Sitting on a rudder made of cheese.
Never ever ever looking backwards,
Cigarettes are making her a-wheeze.
Mary Mary quite contrary,
Was the lamb you ate called "Peas"?
Was that a fart that I detected,
Floating lightly up upon the breeze...?
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
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