(brooker / reid)

My amazon six-triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide
Still sees the truth quite easily
But shrouds all else in mystery
While madmen in top hats and tails
Impale themselves on six-inch nails
And some arabian also-ran
Impersonates a watering can

Some santa claus-like face of note
Entreats my ears to set afloat
My feeble sick and weary brain
And I am overcome with shame
And hide inside my overcoat
And hurriedly begin to quote
While some arabian sheikh most grand
Impersonates a hot-dog stand

The red cross ambulance outside
Can only mean that I must hide
'til dusk and finally the night
When I will make a hasty flight
Across the sea and far away
To where the weary exiles stay
And some arabian oil-well
Impersonates a padded cell

• A Christmas Camel
• Cerdes
• Conquistador
• Good Captain Clack
• Kaleidoscope
• Mabel
• Salad Days
• She Wandered Through The Garden Fence
• Something Following Me