Yellow is my favourite but they all taste the same

Two hours late to the end of time
And still looking for a theme.
The lengths this boy will go for a rhyme
Is obscene, Sally, just obscene!
Well, jiff jibbing jabbing from where I'm standing,
Ever since mother threw me from the landing.
Why can't I just say what I mean?
Sally, my dear, it's so hard to be clear
When your mind is a gumball machine.

("But gumball machines are clear..."
NOBODY ASKED YOU IRENE)


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