Ok here we are, all feeling a little bored by now, you try working for him, everyday i get the same... "I'm a bloody genius you know, have some respect.."
He's a Fairyteller
Crouched alone, deep within a cave
Sits a man, who guards from early graves
The thousand dreams of Gods on high
Twisted images, meant to fly
And in his hands, and through his words
He takes the dreams and makes them heard
A voice of madness to rescue the sane
The shattered thoughts a foothold gain
Within the minds of children who
Learn to dream and fantasize too
Until inside their fragile heads
Their mind minds are rescued from their beds
And the fairytell, man of dreams
Is never quite, what he seems
He could have been the keeper of the gates
The only man who makes Gods wait
Instead he plays with minds of men
Twisted, warped, deceiving them
Definitely Blinded
My girlfriend is a Superhero
Much like the Greek God Nero
She cannot fly, or walk through wallks
She couldn't swim Niagara Falls
Her hair is not a flowing mane
She can't run faster than a train
She'll never save the universe
She couldn't even sing a verse
But she has a special skill
One for me, thats quite a thrill
She has a touch that reaches in
And tingles deep within my skin
It reaches right into my heart
It's why we'll never be apart
And so although she looks a zero
That's my girlfriend, the Superhero
I'm a Runaway Widget
I was living in a can
But soon i started to fidget
And now i'm on the open road
Just me and the performing Midget
By day i keep the bubbles in beer
By night he juggles with a spear
But the money's running out
And the pointy ends gone up his snout
So homesick for me can
I wish i hadn't started to fidget
I'm tired of the open road
And i'm sick of the bloody midget
The IBG
Beware the Invisible Bottom Grabber
When your getting into bed tonight
He'll creep up right behind you
And give you such a fright
He'll grab your bottom nice and hard
And give it such a squeeze
You'll end up having such a jump
You'll cough and splutter and wheeze
Beware the Invisible Bottom Grabber
His hands are big and strong
And there's not protection to be had
Not knickers, pants or thong
Nothing out there's made to stop him
He's on a rampage, there's no stopping
So watch out for the bottom grabber
When you busy bed hopping!
Dreaming
The daydreamers dance, what a place to be
The only ball with foxtrotting fairies
In our minds eye there's princess Fawn
Dancing with her Prince til dawn
Twirling round the room with grace
Then interrupted by another race
A goblin this time in his lime green suit
Doing his best on magic flute
The Daydreamers ball, the home of men
Who turn to mice when clocks strike ten
And scurry back unto their holes
Leaving behind their shoes and souls
The graceful fox, the fearsome hunter
Reduced to chatter and inane banter
As he seeks a partner across the room
To dance and lift and twirl and swoom
The Daydreamers ball, an overflowing cup
What a pity now, to wake one up.