Ant Smith

All poems

Poetical blues

There's five dead cats in my backyard
That's twenty pussy cat dead paws
Or a ton of dead cat pussy cat claws
And a fox has been and dug up their graves
It's not such a bright day, today

There's a face book page called
Ant Smith's, one inch, penis
Don't laugh, I tell you, there truly is
That's the very definition of taking the piss
It's not such a bright day, today

There's a man on the stage who's just learning to play
A brand of music that sounds quite strange
He brought it to us from the united states
It's not quite the blues and it's not quite great
It's not such a bright day today

It's not such a bright day today
Just like all my yesterdays
It's not such a bright day today
It's a good day
To kick back, in my grave

There's a threat from god, it's the end of days
I've been kicked by the dog and my leg he has laid
My beer's run out and my wife's gone away
I don't have kids, but I sure got the plague
It's not such a bright day today