‘Full of tears will be that day/When from ashes shall arise’/The altered onion cooks will say/And science will but merely surmise/The vanished pungence Leaves us fearless/Flavours gone but now we’re tearless.
Ignoble Duke of York/He had 10 alibi’s/He brought them up to distract the court/Then hid down to evade the law/And when they were up they were up/And when shot down he was down/And when nearly there they said your alibi’s/Don’t hold Truth your lies to disguise.
Hung, Drawn and Cultured 