Let us play Chopsticks with the arrival of the Olympics
as the clerics and the cynics now compete.
Harry Potters on their broomsticks
in Maccy D sponsored tunics
with the laddybasqued endorsed ‘Torch of Flame’
See the mystics start to mimic.
The critics start to critique
50 shades of medals for he who can’t be named!!
Flick the meter for the electric
See the gothics kick the convicts
into fabrics that are handpicked
to make bionic Pantomime Dames
Oh please be just like ‘It’s a Knock Out’
So that I can veg and goggle box shout
With my can of popsical pop without no name.
So it’s ribbons to the rhythmics
And slapstick from the mavericks
ticking all the boxes once again
Picnic at Sigue Sigue Sputnik
with a cheese ploughman’s rustic
Unweilding us comic sidekicks to the games.
Unleash the graphics
Click on the frolics
Let the neurotics and narcotics freely flow.
The gimmicks are now epic
We sink into the Matrix
and become the adoring public
raring to go!!
I choose the red pill this morning
As the Olympic games come sprawling,
Settling down to transfix on the show.