DORY AND SHAMPOO

Good plans made by some Mafiosi;

Beckon us folk to be bowing in contempt.

We are washed superbly clean

Under the crisp and heavy waterfalls of song.

I adore good, clean Dory;

Sitting on a deckchair near the sea.

Then my worries will go;

And order will be brought forth,

Sitting back on its golden throne.

I promise to worship it daily.

April 2001