Whistle in the Dark

Wallowing in self interest over the garden wall

The wallopers chase but in their haste

Stumble on into the pool

Where everybody is splashing around

Blowing a whistle and fuse

The ghost of Sir Robert bombastically quivers

Covertness the cover we choose

Clambering over the roof

With a horde, but nowhere to strode

This is the moment that dreads forever

So head first this body I throw oh

Everybody is bouncing around waving a truncheon or two

Pig tails in the hobnails and big wigs with saggy jowls

Glazed at the foot of the pool

Everybody is bobbing in time

Sharing nonsensical tunes old ghosts arrive to shimmy and connive

Living a ripple of two

Wallowing in self interest over the garden wall

The wallopers chase but in their haste

Stumble on into the pool

Clambering over the roof

With a horde, but nowhere to strode

This is the moment that dreads forever

So head first this body I throw