(another piece of fun from the old Liverpool scene.

Molly –the owner - never charged us for the room

so we did her a `Gazebo Menu Epic.`)

 

1

Are you secretly ashamed

At the narrowing of your scope

Because you never have been named

A future british Oscar hope?

You are socially green

Not to know what most folk know.

All the candidates are seen

Dining at the Gazebo

 

2

Does it hurt your self-esteem

That Shankly never chooses you

To star in Liverpool`s first team ?

Don`t get moody, don`t feel blue.

All you need`s a turn of speed

To set kids roaring in the paddock.

Don`t eat greens or balanced feed

Train on Molly`s Breaded haddock.

 

3

Is your lady wife forlorn,

At bedtime does she get quite vexed,

Eye you with contemptuous scorn

And hint that you are undersexed?

Don’t run to the nearest bookshop

To read a thousand ways to urge her.

Make for the Gazebo cookshop.

The answer`s Molly`s curryburger!

 

4

You, Pop-singer, why the gloom?

You find the top pop spot elusive,

The wild, mind-bending, shattering tune?

All the clues are quite conclusive.

It`s known throughout the Underground

(dump your pot and L.S.D.)

Shhh!, is the fuzz around:

Molly`s Lemon tea.