He’s called Simon
They call him Si-cho
They liked to wind him up
And watch him go.
Si, Si, Si Si Si
Simon the psycho
Si, Si, Si Si Si…
…Psycho Si.
One day
They went too far
While in the pub
Stood at the bar.
Not a good idea
It became clear
His glass he smashed
His left hand clasped
The neck of offender
His glass became a blender
A push, twist and turn
Never to be done again.
Si, Si, Si Si Si
Simon psycho
Si, Si, Si Si Si…
…Psycho Si.
© 2021 – Colin E. Pyle