Wouldn't it be nice to go paddling in the sea
like we used to do when we were four,
( thought it was three, but no, it was four )

My memory like a magician, plays tricks on me
but
wouldn't it be nice to go paddling in the sea.

This mindless ***** just caught his toe on
the corner of the table.

I need my eyes adjusting so I bought some
bi-focals
which turned out to be straight focals.

Oh it's a joke
I said to the bloke
who got offended by that.

These are troubling times,
but when haven't they been?
war
conflict
the flesh being picked
from our bones

not much hope
when we are left to rot
when
those who have got
refuse to give

whatever happened to
live and let live?

Led to the meadow  
She lays me beside the hedgerow
I hope She knows what She's doing,
Aha
the kettle's boiling, She shouts

I wake
and that's always the way.

Can't write bugga all with this EpiPen.

cheers in the background
as someone shouts.
at last.

Work
taken in small doses
is
one supposes
good for the soul.

The Methodist in me
is quite primitive and
I'm not sure if
primitive Methodists
made the cut

aha
there but for the Grace of..
..sod this for a lark
I'm tired
It's dark and another
workday tomorrow.

The fact never bothered me
that I was just a story
said Dorothy.

The witch prowled
Toto growled
the tin man clanked
the lion was bored
and the scarecrow
was preaching the word

and it doesn't bother me
because I can be
the Wizard, the lion
or the witch
in the wardrobe.

dontya just love a touch of fantasy
where even the eyes of potatoes
can see the tractor coming.