Depressing smiths on record player

Zonky Zappa earlier, cat asleep on spillers bag

the rain was pouring, I was teaching guitar again, teddies from tenby on the speakers

jazz club tomorrow, harry pothead wizard was out the other day

what magic did he do, did he turn a frog into a princess for himself as his feet are unappealing

she ate his head then boiled his smokey bacon lungs in Newcastle brown ale to sell down the market to unsuspecting old biddies

yet he appeared the next day in a halo surrounded by athlete’s foot powder on Ponty common rocking stone

he turned her into a rat and rafferty the cat done her in

naughty cat, he dreams of sheep, crystalline entity ones

when will the pink teddy come alive to play with him and lick his face