A drop of water dripping meekly
there lies the unopened weekly
Oh the cat drank away all the milk
is this the rugged house of Mr Silk?
how the rickety floor can make you stumble
on top his missus won't stop the mumble
Sit on the chair ...careful,U might fall
The rugged house of Mr Silk after all
Mr silk and life not a very silky affair
he was a man of Pomp and flare
when young his blood would boil
with passionate instinct
how unfortunate his fate had planned
with distinct
Mr silk still dreams all day of making it big
His missus knew he only ate.. ah yes! like a pig.
Mr silk would scan the news for news
He would go to the bar
and drink to his point of views.
Mr silk had in mind he would be boss
someday
but of what?.. plenty of time to think
he'll start One day.
Mr silk got wrinkles, he left his prime
his silky theories hadn't left him a dime.
yet the man went to the bar
to tell his mates how he's done so far
How he,Mr silk someday would be an Underdog Star.
His son,Muffin, growing into a petty thief
But Mr silk ignored,to his missus's grief
Muffin once gave Mr silk a tie
Next day the neighbour stared at his neck
Mr silk couldn't understand why!
Missus silk was the wife since her teens
she had believed he would keep her gay
dreamt her life to be silky by all means
But the tiny den was all he could muster
Missus silk now wore clothes fit to be a duster
Mr silk is planning to visit the charity ball tonight
to discuss with the mayor his plans so tall and bright
making people wonder if he'll live through this fall
talking of Mr silk after all..
