Lady Corona Has Had Her Day
Lady Corona has decided to retire
Well truth be told she needs to expire.
Her clothes are in rags
And her face, sure it’s dire.
She caught me unawares
When I’d nothing to do.
And took over my head.
As only mad yokes do.
Now lads I was frightened
When I heard her talk
I tried to get away
By going for a walk
But no matter how far
She was always there
Going on and on
And driving me spare.
I’m blaming the lockdown
For the voices in my head
That got louder and louder
Especially in bed
When I started talking posh
I started to worry
I knew I was in trouble
If I didn’t hurry......
To make her retire
Or even expire
I'll say no more now....
Or I'll be deemed a liar.
Let me just say
It had to be done
For me to be sure
She was well and truly gone.
In years to come
If she comes to call
I'll always wonder
Was she real at all.
But whatever she was
She