juggling peonies
You’re the twin sister I never had
With a nun for a mother and a wizard for a dad
Your boyfriend’s called Sir Galahad
And here you are juggling peonies.
Your umbrella’s made of Chantilly lace
Cos you love the rain upon your face
With your skirt in your knickers you’re a real disgrace
And here you are juggling peonies.
Your boots are made from catfish scales
There’s mink fur glued to your fingernails
When you swim you sing a duet with the whales
And here you are juggling peonies.
You’ve got an entourage of Afghan hounds
Your ankles are insured for a million pounds
You tell fortunes in coffee grounds
And here you are juggling peonies.
Your shoes have heels skyscraper high
You stay reed slim though you live on pork pie
You’d bring glamour to an old pig sty
And here you are juggling peonies.
You ride into town with nothing on
Lucky the pony that you sit upon
My love for you goes on and on
Cos here you are juggling peonies.
Ann Foxglove
Mon 20th Sep 2010 08:12
You were born with a silver spoon in your gob
You quickly spat it out - that’s a real good job
Now all your gold fillings are worth a few bob
And here you are juggling peonies.
You climbed Mount Etna in your pink swimsuit
At the north pole the Eskimos said you were cute
You play the 1812 overture on your plastic flute
And here you are juggling peonies.
You eat chips with the best caviar
Drink tizer and champagne when you’re stood at the bar
And ride with James May in a dinky car
And here you are juggling peonies.
You’ve got about twenty engagement rings
Your fingers are loaded down with the things
Men are there just to give you your bling bling blings
And here you are juggling peonies.
I reckon you’ve made about a million men cry
You’ve never had a tear in your eye
But you’d rescue a beetle when you pass one by
And here you are juggling peonies.
You ride into town with nothing on
Lucky the pony that you sit upon
My love for you goes on and on
Because here you are juggling peonies.