Riders on the Lawn by Fester Bryan

In the twilight world
Of caged animals in white rooms
The door creaks
And the Clock tocks
With a resigned nod the porter sweeps
And Big Brother Watches full time

Out of the window we can see
The tidy lawns of Mansion X
The inmates preen themselves
For two hours a day
And eat their sandwiches of processed cheese
Cross legged and chirping

When the motorbikes arrive
All look aghast
As the lawn is churned up
Tyres gouging the turf as wheels spin
The riders on the lawn
Have come to have a look

Then they are away
There is nothing for them here
We are safe from their danger
For another day
So out comes the backgammon
And the doctors notes are updated

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I've Been Away by Fester Bryan

Did you miss me ?
I've been away
Away to Mandalay
Not really

I was gone though
Metaphorically speaking
In tongues
So to speak

I got lost in the jungle
Of which it is very similar
Sometimes
And it makes me wonder

On my roller skates
Of joy,
With my mission bells
And Vicars collar.

What was I doing in Heaven ?
On roller skates ?
When Old Fat Cat
Had a roller and big cigar ?

So anyway, I was away,
On holiday in St Tropez,
With the bikini bottoms
And the bell boys.

We would take to the Hills
Every so often
For a quiet thunderstorm or two
Outside in the lost undergrowth.

Veeny would come and drive me
To the local town
Where we'd sit under a green tree
Reading Pigeon French

Ah ! Formidable
Est ce que tu connais ma mere ?
The locals loved us
And we liked the wine.

So spirited away too soon
I lamely got on a TGV and rerouted
My backpack to the hapless coridoor
And jiggered my way home.

So here I am
On your doorstep
You do not seem that pleased
Are you not going to welcome me in ?

Do I have to bend double
And peer between your legs ?
Is your cat afraid of me ?
Have you got a spare walking stick ?

May I use your phone ?
I want to speak with Veeny
Who has a cheque for me
He is in a local hostelry.