| Finding it impossible to become famous |
| Assuming to be no longer young |
| Frightening a member of the hockey team |
| He gives you the signal, but you hesitate |
| Tense when you hand over |
| Make it more bearable and fairer |
| How bright the future sounds for her? |
| A roll or just crumbs may be on it for the birds |
| The fellow has me back in his clutches and he’s evil |
| His band has an organ |
| Scheduled to appear and construct, we’re told |
| Shone the light on a fellow, tied up |
| Annoying by listening to one’s conversation |
| It’s about mothers concealing their aspirations |
| Run, making a small footmark |
| Seem hazy about the time one picks up at the station |
| Influenced, you say, by “Not manmade material” |
| Go off when you overindulge |
| Notching another entry in one’s record as a thief? |
| And I cast the boy in the show |
| Refuse to let one in, which shows intelligence |
| Went up in the air when the pupil erased the tape |
| How the nightlight that found favour was spoken of? |
| Follows us back into the superstructure |
| Fighting and giving a cry of pain in the arena |
| Understood to have become entangled with |
| With the hair-drying finished, is diminishing |
| Unhappy that the shares are down in value? |
| Having filled to the brim, flew round |
| It’s the decolonisation that’s upsetting |
| Angry enough, therefore, to take on again |
| Is singing it, when all in, terrible? |
| Drove crazy, I had. Went too far |
| Minister and an eschewer of alcohol to the last |
| What remains of one’s equilibrium |
| Spread tales myself about the foreigner |
| Saying no more. Just filling in the little holes |
| Relax, Stew! |
| Does it canoodle with its beak? |
| Angry about the lies designed to delude |
| Gloomy and sad, I’m about to reach the half century |
| Greatly reduced? Definitely not! |
| Sees the said plots of ground |
| Because I, at an early age, was silly |
| Supposes to have dropped in the pictures |
| A friend means everything, at the end of the day |