An Odd Song - Poem by Paul Cornell
Odds on, cos he lies and she cries when its gone, odds on.
Odds long, if it happens this time then he's won, she's still gone, odds on.
Odds strong, flashing lady she calls and he’s gone, odds on.
Got odds wrong, this time and he wins then it’s gone, odds on.
An odd son, he dies inside when all gone, odds on.
an odd song and he’s singing all the words very wrong, where’s he gone? Odds on.
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