The Bohemian Stream

You are a viper. Your forked tongue lashes And my frail heart is stung. Your venom seeps into me And I am sickened by your words. You coil and slither around me And I am squeezed, trapped. Finally you devour me And I am no more. I am consumed.

Though he never makes a dime!

I married you So long ago, I married you In dreams And since we came To live together, A marriage is What it seems To those around Our joined life; They sing out Praise for Us And though we're Married not yet, We live just as The Married does. So what awaits Our Wedding Day? What more can Ceremony bring? When hearts that are As bound as Ours, In perfect harmony, Sing.

Kevin Bacon was born in a barn Kevin Bacon likes a good yarn Kevin Bacon is brother to many Kevin Bacon will not spend a penny Kevin Bacon thinks that he's 'it' Kevin Bacon rolls in his shit Kevin Bacon will eat almost "owt" Kevin Bacon has snow on his snout Kevin Bacon is loved by all Kevin Bacon is sure to appal Kevin Bacon goes to some gigs Kevin Bacon smuggles Dutch cigs Kevin Bacon can't read or write Kevin Bacon doesn't give a shite!

One day I'll fail to awaken, After the last I lay  my head, And then they'll sob their hearts right out; Meaningless to me... now I'm dead.

They tell me that I talk too much And that I repeat what I say. They tell me that I talk too much And just spew out bollocks all day. They tell me that I talk too much And that I drone just on and on. They tell me that I talk too much And are releaved when I am gone. They tell me that I talk too much And complain at my wordy spew. They tell me that I talk too much And suggest I haven't a clue. They tell me that I talk too much As if I inflict them some ill. They tell me that I talk too much As if my many words could kill. They tell me that I talk too much As if it is without a care. They tell me that I talk too much As if it's just too much to bear. They tell me that I talk too much As though I as such all day. But the only reason I talk so much Is that I don't know what to say...

Such is the way of an Estuary Dweller. Each I know to be an awesome fella. I'd like to lock them both in my cellar And make them play the hits of Paul Wella.