LYING IN THE SUN
It was in my fifth year of being on earth
That eating three horses expanded my girth.
Not eating those horses just any old way
I ate three of those horses every day.
They weren’t real horses – I’m not that mad
They were marzipan horses, it was just a fad.
They were made in a hurry with carrots from Perth
And served on a dish with laughter and mirth.
I lived in a Palace (that’s why I’m called Alice)
Friends never thought about me with malice.
I had hundreds of dresses and bags full of hats
I wrapped them in cheese, they were eaten by rats.
My clothes were all frilly, which really was silly
The skirts were too big for riding my filly
I found some pants that made me look thin
But I bought the wrong ones, not for her, but for him.
My most special friend was a kangaroo
Who flapped like mad whenever she flew.
I’d wind her up, put plug to socket
And then she’d jump right up like a rocket.
But I don’t want to bore – you’d like to hear more?
I’m far too modest to hog the floor.
But if listen you must, and in truth you trust
You’ll forgive me if I that truth adjust?
It’s a question of season, no rhyme, no reason
Makes no difference, if sunny or freezin’
I like to have fun when I lie in the sun
Eating fresh honey spread onto a bun.
Do I tell the truth or do I lie in the sun?
It seems that truth can be either one
‘Cos lie is a multi meaning word
It can tell you the truth or just be absurd.