An Ode to Seth

Once we loved you, your songs and verse,

And we all bought your cds,

But now you've succumbed to the lure of Kievs,

We'll have no more whining please!

 

Goodbye Seth  *sniff*

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Got Banjo?

Beautiful. I have my own ode the Seth.

Look at you foot, it's stomping
no wonder you're always romping,
with top class birds whilst drinking
John Smiths plus kievs, you're stinking

Your one play only CDs,
to enjoy I drink anti-freeze,
with your fab merkin and pants,
and your sexy beach pose stance.

Mercury prize nominee,
when you lost I didn't agree,
but it was probably for the best,
A fix is what I have guessed.

Arise king Seth,
with your garlic breath,
we'll drink John Smiths.
Until we're quite stiff (not in a rude way).