Heart Of Stone
I am a stupid troglodyte
I live inside a darkened cave
My dinner bones are dusky white
I don’t know how I should behave
The Great God Jakes, who’s scarecrow-thin
Insists that mine’s a stupid din
The mammoth and the sabre-tooth
Possess far larger cerebella
As Jakes says, I’m in truth uncouth
I am a very darksome fella
The Great God Jakes thinks I’m a grub
Because I’d like to join the club
My jaw is slack, my manners poor
My drawing’s too experimental
I cannot catch a dinosaur
But still my thoughts are continental
The Great God Jakes thinks I’m a wuss
Not worth a flintstone-tinker’s cuss
My head obtrudes, my teeth are missing
Bedraggled beard clings to my jaws
My brains won’t rise to reminiscing
But I’d prefer no more world wars
The Great God Jakes has running middens
I suppose my sort should do his biddance
But there again, I like the crowd
Who live across the Giants’ Sea
Neanderthals – I’d do them proud
There are no foreigners for me
The Great God Jakes’d like them stone-dead
Maybe he’s a total bonehead
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