Mr. Banks:
When life is an unending abyss
And you want no more part in this
With your feet on the ground
You're stuck in this mess
Barely holding the stress
Within your battered chest.
Oh, oh, oh!
Let's all cry at night
Though I want to start a fight
Instead I'll go cry at night
Cuz my life is boring!
Now I shed my final tear
'Cause now I see that death is clear-
Ly the only solution!
Bert:
When your plans go up in the air
And your life has never been fair
You can cry to set free
Emotional debris
And at last you confess
That you're dying of stress.
Londoners:
Oh, oh, oh!
Let's go cry at night
If we'd rather start a fight!
Let's go cry at night cuz life is boring!
Now I shed my final tear
Now my imminent death is clear
Let's all go cry at night!
YOU ARE READING
A Spoonful Of Poison
RandomA parody of Mary Poppins's "A Spoonful of Sugar," now complete with a songfic. I've never written one before, so this is like a milestone for me! I blame my brother for its existence. Dedicated to the Third Lunch Wallflowers
