People have been having children all around me.
It seems they’ve been dropping them out their trouser legs – like those actors did with earth – from that hole they were digging – to escape – in that WWII film – you know the one – you’ve seen it – your fat aunt was around for Christmas - everyone was drunk on stuff they don’t usually drink through the year – they don’t drink that stuff through the year because that stuff is disgusting – and don’t get me started on Christmas cake – there, there, no ones ever understood you, right? – but you have seen that film.
Which reminded me: I never finished my album of songs for children.
Here below is one of the songs.
→ All the animals ←
I might post another, which is written from the point of view of a security guard for garden birds… well, it is a children’s record.
Come to think of it, there’s no such thing as a ‘children’s record’ or ‘children’s song’. I was wrong to say so.
A cake with a face on it is still just a cake.
