I went visiting a rather silent neighbour
I thought that I could manage fine
After sitting feeling blank and boring
I went home to get so drunk that I could dine
I had a problem with the oven settings
The sausages were as black as grandad’s skin
The batter turned to biscuit thin and hardened
I ‘ll never ever want a Toad again
I sat down, it was only Sunday evening
Six more meals to cook this coming week.
I must buy an oven thermometer
If only they made one that liked to speak.
What are all the quiet people feeling?
Would they like to talk but can’t for fear?
I find it hard to tolerate their total silence
Eeh by gum, I wish that I was here