Chirpy Dirges

Sanity Stallion

'S failing for a stud to admit
but I ain't smooched no supermodels,
yet only a vacuous waif should hold me
coz I'm fragile.
'S failing for a stud to admit 
but I ain't no Snetrolhead.
Macho-canny Monaco mechanic:
baby, I can't drive.
And the thing's yet to be invented
I could fix.

Sanity Stallion is bred to be one 
of the wirey winners.  
On and on 
the mundane furlong,
home straight existence.

Like Black Caviar, some studs are hung,
but I'm unfancied firm favourite 
for some
psychiatric knacker's yard.
I am just an Eeyore to the extreme.

A pancake by Findus?
Stallion won't be in one!
Not like this Eeyore
to the extreme.

'S failing for a stud to admit I 'd forfeit
precious inch off my schlong, swap for some
steady-as-she-blows frontal lobes
of a sanity stallion.
'S failing for a stud to admit I can't keep
sharp objects at bay. 
Suicidal nailbiter tiger 
since her boobs became
cold shoulders, 
nork face of the Eiger.

Sanity Stallion's a son-of-a-gun
for the nice kind of 'broodmare'. 
He is a banker 
on the fast track,
good-to-firm existence. 

Like Black Francis, some studs are hung
but I'm unstabled firm 
favourite for some
psychiatric knacker's yard.
I'm just an Eeyore to the extreme.

A pancake by Findus?
Stallion won't be in one!
Not like this Eeyore
to the extreme.

'Ere are, Eeyore,
he who heehaws 
last heehaws haunted...