Eleven plus two is just twelve plus one,

Just like a funeral can equate to real fun.

Snooze alarms: alas, no more Z’s,

Elvis lives and the eyes, they see.

The waitress: “a stew Sir?”

The cockroach — Cook, catch her!

And that great charmer,

Is Margaret Thatcher.

Repeating “hello?” is a telephone girl,

She’s at the Hilton, which is hint: hotel.

For old west action,

you need Clint Eastwood.

Creation a reaction,

Barbie doll’s liberal bod.

So flutterby,

Butterfly.

Dine then sigh,

As the end is nigh.