Postby David Brown » November 20th, 2012, 8:45 am
JUST FOR LAUGHS There's a few writers emerging at the Catton Group
From:- Harold & Pauline.
A keen Catton flier, by the cold river Trent, looked down at his model all crumpled and spent
He should have known, that, the damp and the chill, would stop the Lipos, from taking their fill
His wife had said, that he shouldn’t persist, alongside the river, in the cold and the mist
He viewed the remains, visibly hopping, (mad) his wife was right, he should have gone shopping
But what’s this he hears, a cry from afar, the butties are free, and there's a big mug of char
The Club house is warm, the guys sympathetic, the wife’s not wrong, just a little prophetic
Chorus -- Food, food, glorious food, there's nothing quite like it, for changing the mood,
Down to the hollow, it's Dave we must follow, and then we can swallow, more glorious food
He’s on his way home now, wandering if, he can get bits, in’t shed, before the storm hits
But look at the car, she shouts from the door, it’s covered in mud, and sheep sh..t (muck) on the floor
He’s having dark thoughts ‘bout the wife and the cold river Trent
Chorus -- Food, food -----
J’s on the phone, he’s got a spare wing – D’s got a motor and K’s got a thing B’s got some wheels, P’s got some bits that H says he’s happy to fix
His spirits have lifted, the gloom disappeared, the Catton Spirit, has again reappeared
The cars cleaner now, the model ready, Catton beckons, the nerves again steady,
He’s off there tomorrow, the wife’s away, he hasn’t asked how long she’ll stay
Chorus -- Food, food -----
He stands with his back to the cold River Trent, the fields in fine fettle, no models got bent
He’s ignoring the mud, the sheep are long gone, and the grass has recovered, thanks to David and John
The day’s been terrific; the Met got it right, the winds nice and steady, all day from the right
The Catton flyers, completely sated, are wending their way home, their feelings elated
Chorus -- Food, food -----
What’s this he fears, as he goes through the door, there’s a ruddy great package stood on’t end on the floor.
"I’m home she cries from the kitchen, I know the signs, I knew you were itching, so
I came home past Al’s, the man with a Hobby, and got you that model, the latest foam jobbie"
How wrong he was, he must make amends, look how it’s paid off, those few days, with her friends, he will get her some flowers, those tulips from
Holland, and to round the day off, a meal at McDonalds.
Chorus -- Food, food, glorious food, theres nothing quite like it, for changing the mood,
Down to the hollow, it's Dave we must follow, and there we can swallow, more glorious food.
Apologies to Tony, the ladies and John,theres no competition with Flanders and Swan, their harmonious tones, their gift with piano,
I'll go back to my model, where’s the Cyano?
