Bear Skin and scrambled eggs now stripped away,
Dress uniforms mothballed, medals in drawers,
HRH no longer formal today.
Like a whipped corgi, cowered on all fours,
Now banished to the proletariat,
Haunted as he drives to secret retreat,
Actions will come out, bet your house on that,
Behind scenes there will always be more meat
To flesh out dusty scandal skeletons,
Whilst we watch as we ride our Pelatons.
Dark cupboards, sticky cobweb filled corners,
Crammed with depraved rumours and back stairs tales.
Such decadence, ascribed to those former
Firm favourites, into open does sail.
Beyond The Pale sordid meeja dams burst,
Petty editors scrap to get in first.

Harry Rogers In The Yellow Room, 14th January, 2022.

There’s a bag man in number eleven,
Whose whole raison d’étre is to bring home
Bacon for all his City cronies and fellow
MPs who are in on this techie scam.
Back home all hell breaks loose over booze-ups,
Haystacks Johnson, not so giant these days,
Appears on the ropes in false flag scandal.
Opposition leader, Starmer, performs
Like a third rate student union hack,
Choosing to ignore monstrous corruption,
Instead carries on mining yesterday’s
Farcical partygate misdemeanours,
Whilst our personal NHS records
Are asset stripped under his very nose.

Harry Rogers, In The Yellow Room 13th January 2022.

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Wait a minute, wait a minute
You ain’t heard nothing yet
Wait a minute, I tell you
You ain’t heard nothing
You wanna hear Toot Toot tootsie?
All right, hold on, hold on
Lou, listen, play Toot Toot Tootsie
Three choruses you understand, and the third chorus I whistle
Now give it to ’em hard an’ heavy, go right ahead
Toot Toot Tootsie goodbye
Toot Toot Tootsie, don’t cry
That little choo-choo train
That takes me
Away from you, no words can tell how sad it makes me
Kiss me Tootsie and then
Oh baby, do it over again
Watch for the mail
I’ll never fail
And if you don’t get a letter then you’ll know I’m in jail
Don’t cry Tootsie, don’t cry
Toot Toot Tootsie, goodbye
Goodbye Tootsie goodbye
Goodbye Tootsie, don’t cry
That little train
That takes me
Away from you, no words can tell how sad it makes me
Kiss me Tootsie and then
Hey hey, do it over again
Watch for the mail
I’ll never fail
And if you don’t get a letter then you’ll know I’m in jail
Don’t cry Tootsie, don’t cry
Goodbye Tootsie, goodbye

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Gus Kahn / Ted Fiorito / Ernie Erdman

I took a charabanc to the country
On the road outside Croydon Aerodrome.
Walked through stands of acorn laden oak trees,
To cafeteria with a juke box.
Slurp up a strawberry ice cream milk shake
As Buddy sings about his Peggy Sue.
Beatnik with a sketchbook in the corner,
Sketches apocalyptic post nuke scenes,
After Hiroshima what does life mean?
Evermore paranoid until we die,
Sixty five years on it is all still there,
Buried in deep recesses of our minds,
Once seen annihilation images
Are hard to erase no matter how much
Bubblegum our culture sticks us up with.
Tell me again, why do we need Trident?

Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 11th January 2022.

Dance into limelight with racquet in hand,
Believe other poeple don’t understand
Why borders and rules no longer apply
To gladiators who fly through the sky.
This self serving delusional rebel
Cloaks himself in Spartacus’s armour,
But he is no new people’s champion.
Tainted with individualism,
Courts down under will not call his balls in,
This is one tie breaker he cannot win,
Secluded now in self isolation,
His plane fueled up in anticipation,
Which ever way his case will twist, or turn,
Next time he plays true fans will make him learn.

Harry Rogers In The Yellow Room, 8th January 2022

Test negative for permission
To leave behind television,
Drink with your mates inside the pub,
Twerk all night in favourite club
We all just love to celebrate
Each holiday we stay up late.
Take risks after work, why worry?
We’ll be sorted in a hurry.
MPs appointed a banker,
Bean counting pedal and cranker,
Without any knowledge of health,
Another guardian of wealth,
As NHS England Chairman,
Just one more trip on the stair plan.
Be merry, go out, eat and drink,
It is much later than we think.
Shake it up baby, twist and shout,
Get together, work it on out,
Exactly what’s safe in their hands?
Clocks tick whilst we don’t understand.

Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 5th January 2022