Work Text:
‘How confusing to know Miss Daisy!’
Who’s such a bloody know-it-all
She’d like to be a full crazy
But she really hasn’t the gall
Her appearance is of note she
Has dandruff, acne and flat feet
But her eyes are the blue-est blue
Of any person you will meet
A picture of entitlement
She thinks she ought to wear a crown
Head barren of encirclement,
and all that she wears is a frown
She likes to have dinner at breakfast
And likes to have breakfast at tea
As she only wakes from her bed
As the hand hits quarter-past three
She weeps at the side of the Burger King
She weeps by the side of the Quay
On Wednesdays she goes shopping
And takes buttered scones for tea
The buttered scones she takes are not
Butter but really margarine
She cannot abide by the taste
But its to keep her conscience clean
She has no friends, laymen or clerical
Unlike Lear she has not even one cat
She is not a fan of the numerical
Her flanks are magnificently fat
She’d like to be a poet and,
She certainly gave it a try
Whilst reading this you just might ask
‘Why?’