My apologies: this should have run last night, and in my haste to get across the bay to a family event, I forgot to set the publishing trigger.
Anyway, as our Poet Laureate Mountjoy said:
It’s that time of year, Scissorheads; time to celebrate the festive season with gifts of bad taste. This year, I’m presenting twelve dubious pop songs that may or may not have escaped your attention for being, well, not quite what they seem on surface. So pull up a warm mug of eggnog, turn your speakers up, and bop along to a tune a day through till Christmas, quite possibly in the blissful ignorance that you are celebrating paedophilia, murder, body-fluids, masturbation and anal sex (M-M and M-F, thank you very much!). The accompanying Mountjoy haikus will give you my version of Cliff Notes as to what is really going on beneath these ditties. Have a great holiday, and all the best for 2013.
All I Want To Do
A random hook-up
Results in clandestine child
She’d been there before…