at a little shop somewhere in Rome,
Which was run by a strange little gnome,
I once bought a rug,
(Yes, I know I'm a mug.)
He said"Whistle, and it takes you home."

I thought this to be utter bull,
But sat on, and I blew, loud and full.
It shot into the air,
And dropped me off, where?

In a warehouse in old Istanbul.

Whythen Istanbul and not Chiswick?
That's the trouble with things metaphysic.
That place where it went,
Is where it's youth was spent.
I should have been far more specific.

Tiddy.

more

Last updated: Tue, 14 Sep 1999.