The Uncle Walter Alter

Maybe if we didn't falter
We could make an Uncle alter
I reckon that I'd call him Walter
He'd be the Uncle Walter alter

Maybe then (if I'm still able)
We could make an alter Mable
I bet she's want to alter Walter
(Alter the Uncle Walter alter)

I bet you owt he wouldn't halt her
Maybe if he doesn't fault her
He could Marry her (if he's able)
Make her an alter Auntie Mable

The alters Mable and Uncle Walter
Hand in hand before the alter
While they're at the alter kneeling
I'm still here, is this still healing?

Maybe they could have a kid
For us to play with (he'd have DID)
And maybe they could have a lodger
Walters brother (the super bodger)

I reckon that might not be bad
Because Walters brother is my dad
And Walters brother and his kid
Could play with Walter and the DID

And Auntie Mable looking on
Could figure out where c12's gone
And fetch him back where he belongs
To sing to us his happy songs

I'm sick of all this blumin healing
Analysing every feeling
I wish I could get home to bed
And wake up with a brand new head

Besides, it couldn't happen...
My Uncle is called Wilf

Written by colin in 1995.
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