When Poets Explode

 

The lights are on in no-one’s pome

And all the cats have gone to play

Lock up before the rats come home

 

Let slip the dogs in disco foam

As ravers rant the dark away

The lights are on in no-one’s pome

 

Says Cleopatra, when in Rome
A bare asp makes the party gay

Lock up before the rats come home

 

With two blind mice and one fat gnome

They lit the blue boy’s stack of hay
The lights are on in no-one’s pome

 

An end awaits in monochrome
Where all the hollow men are grey

Lock up before the rats come home

 

We’ll renovate the pleasure dome
And wait where bottoms softly bray

The lights are on in no-one’s pome
Lock up before the rats come home