My fringe had a festival
Right on the edge of my head
It went on for ages
Long after I'd gone to bed
It invited the ears to provide all the sounds
First aid and messages supplied by the mouth
The site for the festival was care of the eyes
Who looked after backdrops and water supplies
The cheeks were embarrassed to be seen with the nose
Who was running around saying take of your clothes!
The stubble got razored as glasses were raised
Beard off the face it all got a bit crazed
The eyebrows were headlining on the main stage
When the local constabulary turned up in force and said
'It's illegal to party these days' and told all the revelers time to move on
The mouth and the eyes and the ears and the fringe and the cheeks and the eyebrows they didn't give in saying
'Look, one to one, face to face you must know that we live here, where else do you think we can go?'
But the local constabulary had sealed off their minds
Blocked up their ears and blinkered their eyes.
Their festival ended
But that's just the fringe
Holding a small one when the big ones begin the heart, brain, lungs, vocal cords, arms, legs and face. Will be out there as people all over the place!
