O Cilla, you slipped
on the patio and bumped your noodle,
No one around to help except
Nobby the poodle.
But Nobby’s no Lassie
and didn’t get help,
Not even a whimper,
bark or a yelp.
Sadly you expired in
the hot Spanish sun,
Been baked alive like
a big current bun.
So now you are with the choir
invisible,
Entertaining the
Angels with your Scouse accent, bizarre and risible.
No longer will we see
you on the box,
No longer will we see
your flaming red locks.
Although your
performance was ever so crass,
So I’ll just finish off by
saying, arse, big fat, ass.
Love it thats sheer genius :D
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ReplyDeleteThe Tutor would like you to fuck off.
ReplyDeleteHe liked Cilla Black.
He has all her records - mostly 45rpms.
Personally, I can't abide her singing and I don't know enough about her life to appreciate any funnies in your post. But I do know you, so I reckon the funnies are mediocre at best.
Yep, I'm a total cunt. Insight should be the battle won, but in my case provides no solution.
DeleteI absolutely refuse to put this to music!
ReplyDeleteWhilst in Australia, I did spot a lorra lorrakeets. Perhaps they are related. I think we should be told...