Its much too cold for conversation
much too wet for dry replies
the wind outside is wild and howling
like your eyes.
The sky's too blue for celebration
grass too green to make much sense
it's far too late to hope for any
Where the river meets the sea
When the trumpets sound their last
I'll think about the choice you gave me
While the others hurried past.
The train is going going soon
its going going going going gone
and ticket man and bus conductor have flown their last trip to the moon
the silvery funny money moon,
This is really a song but I thought I'd put it in anyway. The tune is a kind of blue grass thing and although not funny haha it is definitely funny peculiar so I thought I could include it.