"Technique" as written by and Paddy Mcaloon....
Her husband works in Jodrell Bank,
He's home late in the morning,
Had he been a lawyer,
He wouldn't work for pennies.
In the morning I go walking,
It helps the hurting soften,
I've seen a lot of places,
Cause I miss her very often.
But I could never work there,
What a shame that I'm not clever,
It's for men with horn rimmed glasses,
And four distinguished A Level passes.
What chance so long ago,
I buried something I should know.
Verse and chapter they unfurl,
And sprinkle it upon the world.
Name it.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill
With wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted
Way you make me speak.
Without recourse to
Lying distortion or cheating.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill
With wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted
Way you make me speak.


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"Technique" as written by Paddy Mcaloon

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