Boris Flies Again!
Boris said his father said he should get out of bed.
He replied that he had tried, but he had hurt his head,
He didn’t know if it showed, ‘cos he was in a state;
He’d been down at the pub all night, and he’d had more than eight!
Boris’s dad said; ‘You’re a lad, you ask for what you get;
If it’s a hangover my son, and sure it is I’ll bet,
I’ll drag you out, you lazy lout, get yourself downstairs,
You’ve got a life, you’ve got a job, sort out your affairs!’
Boris slunk from underneath the bedclothes in a heap,
He went into the bathroom to the mirror for a peep;
’Mirror mirror on the wall, what am I to do?’
’Have an Alka-Seltzer son, or better still have two!’
Boris wobbled down the stairs, breakfast on the table,
He picked about with toast and egg, as best as he was able,
A cup of coffee helped somewhat, his dad complaining not,
But off he went to fly again, his plane for Aeroflot!
© Stephen Saunders
Boris said his father said he should get out of bed.
He replied that he had tried, but he had hurt his head,
He didn’t know if it showed, ‘cos he was in a state;
He’d been down at the pub all night, and he’d had more than eight!
Boris’s dad said; ‘You’re a lad, you ask for what you get;
If it’s a hangover my son, and sure it is I’ll bet,
I’ll drag you out, you lazy lout, get yourself downstairs,
You’ve got a life, you’ve got a job, sort out your affairs!’
Boris slunk from underneath the bedclothes in a heap,
He went into the bathroom to the mirror for a peep;
’Mirror mirror on the wall, what am I to do?’
’Have an Alka-Seltzer son, or better still have two!’
Boris wobbled down the stairs, breakfast on the table,
He picked about with toast and egg, as best as he was able,
A cup of coffee helped somewhat, his dad complaining not,
But off he went to fly again, his plane for Aeroflot!
© Stephen Saunders
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