You’re either a leaker or not.
Your weasel words are simply rot.
You’re either a bum
Or you’re tight as a drum;
So piss now or get off the pot.
Fifty tigers escaped from the zoo –
Little chance they will eat me or you.
So don’t be terrified;
If the odds are a guide,
It’s on other poor sods they will chew.
Have fun at the concert my dear.
Don’t take any drugs – don’t drink beer.
Be careful my sweet
When you’re crossing the street,
And look out for terrorists – hear?
Now here’s what you have to do son:
Your first response should be to run.
Oh yes! – run like hell –
Then hide – lastly tell
The cops – when that fails…….get a gun.
Run like hell! – no! don’t stay there and fight.
And then hide – try to stay out of sight.
From the terrorists cower,
And surrender your power.
Tell yourself it’s ok not to fight.
What’s that smell? That is London decaying,
To the sound of the prayers folk are saying.
Do you think God will hear?
Oh I doubt it my dear;
For to Allah are Londoners praying.