Explosions explain

Why I must acertain

Why I painted my curtains blue

I do this, oh my

To simply imply

That I rather enjoy the view.

So never in doubt

While others may trout

My fish in my river are dead

It's not really surprising

As when I was revising

My pencil went straight through my head.

A view can't be expected

To be simply reflected

When cheese plays a major part

For the view that I see

Of a remote-controlled tree

Often pulls at the strings of my heart.

But when I'm exploding

A sense of foreboding

Tells me to keep away

However at noon

Thus comes the spoon

And the aubergines all do play.

The middle of the end

Is a place no-one wants to be trapped

Where no-one wants to go

Where no-one wants to be

If you're stuck in the middle of the end

You'll never know where you are

Because you're not quite by the middle

And the end's not very far

If the middle of the end is the middle

Then throw Dale Winton away

He'll always land somewhere

Where no-one wants to go

Never is the case good

If you can't find your way out

Of the middle end

Where life is but a drain.

Pull out the plughole, my friend

And never go there again.