My Boomerang

I got the boomerang as a present,
From my mental old mum.
Her voice is flat as a round shit,
So all she could do was hum.

I took the boomerang out the box,
I thought what a funny shaped thing.
Mental mum was still humming,
Cause the silly bugger can’t sing.

I picked up my new boomerang,
And wondered how the thing worked.
Ah-ha — I found the instructions,
Underneath the lid of the box the things lurked.

I got hold of my new boomerang,
And threw it as far as I could.
Last time I saw it twas flying through the air,
Passing trees and birds in the wood.

Nothing happened, all was quiet,
Boomerangs are waste of your time.
The clock was ticking and tocking away,
The bells in the church I heard chime.

I waited and waited for my boomerang,
Then I felt a sharp thud into my head.
My f#cking boomerang HAD come back,
And the next thing I knew, I was dead.