Yep, today I've opted for something different, from the archives I've found this, I lay no claim as to what sort of state myself or my conspirator (Nadia Teraci) was whilst writing this, but I can fairly say it was a loooong loooong time ago. Regardless, I've put it up here for the rest of the world to look and take whatever conclusion they want out of it.... I present:

A Light switch Called Hoki

Hoki was a light switch,
he was switched on all day,
by a lion, called Fred.
A stud muffin in a gray trench coat.

Oh Hoki Hoki Hoki!!!
Your love will never be returned,
For the lion is gay,
and not interested in light switches,
called Hoki, oh Hoki.

Your switch is not on,
for the lion is gone,
he's gone home to smokey some cokey,
and go out, play gay pokies.
And not hang out, with dear Hoki,
Oh Hoki, Hoki, He will never pokie, hoki.

Hokie, Fred is a gay lion,
Go forth and find switched, that love you....
Do not run and tell Geraldo!