Noel Bonass

 

Three raps written with Rory Dwyer

 

Rap#1 - my mate

 

Verse 1.

 

This is the is the story of my mate

He looks in the mirror thinking he’s great

But he’s so ugly must be something he ate

But now I won’t tolerate

I’ll have to hand him his fate

 

Verse 2

 

He is so boring

He always gets me snoring

Why am I enduring

Stop insuring. . . Me.

Don’t tell me to be enjoying

Because his face is so annoying.

 

Chorus 1

 

His name is Noel

Deep down in my soul

I want him to walk into a pole

‘cos he looks like a mole.

 

Chorus 2

His name is Rory

This is his story

He’s on trial and I’m in the jury.

 

Verse 3

He thinks he’s so cool

He reckons he’s set to rule

I’m going to kick him off his stool

And make him look like a fool.

 

Verse 4

Sometimes he’s so jealous

He thinks he’s marvellous

He thinks he sees his name

In the hall of fame.

 

Rap#2 - in my mind

 

Chorus:

In my mind

Whatever that is whatever that is whatever that is

In my mind (x3)

 

Verse 1:

My mind is one big muscle

It helps me through the hustle and bustle

It’s covered by a skull

Although it’s kinda dull

It stops me raging like crazed bull

 

 

Chorus

 

Verse 2:

Because I’m smart

My mind like a dart

Splits non-fiction and fiction apart

If you’ve got a brain go again

If you haven’t you’ll go insane

 

Chorus

 

Verse 3:

Your mind stops the past from losing contrast fast

The present is rather pleasant at the moment I’m stroking a pheasant

In the future your mind will become your tutor

A mind is terrible thing to waste

So don’t try and lose it with so much haste.

 

Chorus(x3)

 

 

Rap#1 - millennium rap

 

Chorus:

This is a millennium a millennium a millennium song

This is a millennium a millennium a millennium rap

 

Verse 1:

The millenniums gonna be fantastic

Totally raptastic

Stretching through your mind like a piece of elastic

 

Chorus

 

Verse 2:

The new year

Some people cry a silent tear

Then they go out and buy some beer

Although they think its kinda dear

When they're drunk they can cheer.

 

Chorus

 

 

Verse 3:

Its the 1st of Jan

And it’s getting to hot like a giant frying pan

A bit too much for an elderly man.

 

Chorus:

 

Verse 4:

Let’s go and party in New-Zealand

The new year land

Let’s go insane

With the rest of the world

Gonna get me a girl and give it a twirl .

 

Chorus (x3)

 

 

A POEM

 

TITANIC

 

What?!!!

The Titanic?
Noooooooooooo! Can’t be.

She was unbeatable

Undefeatable

The ship of dreams

But they are shattered dreams now

Like the portholes

They smashed, showing broken reflections

Of the monstrous iceberg.

 

 

 

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