As I look into your eyes.
Your smile is so radiant
As we walk under the stars
And we talk for hours on end.
As the moon shines down
Upon us both
And time is against us
As I smell your scent
With my money you spent
I don’t get a kiss or a cuddle
I just get myself all in a muddle.
Wondering if you like me at all
Maybe you do or maybe you don’t
Maybe you will maybe you won’t
It’s time for me to express my feelings
I just want to say I love you

Ivan has got a big fod
He’s also bit of a barmy sod
He thinks he’s Sean Connery
But he’s no even honary
Ivan has got a big fod

Ivan has got big tash
He loves to eat bangers and mash
He sits staring  into space
With a blank look upon his face
Ivan has got a big tash

Ivan is a real nice guy
I can’t put my finger on it
I don’t know why
Maybe it’s the fact he’s quite shy
Ivan really is a nice guy

There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
She’s the lady that gives out the Wagon Wheels and the Tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And to Elva I’d like to thank her from me.

To Elva we give a cheer she’s a fantastic Volunteer
With tea, and biscuits, and wagon wheels.
To Elva it is no big deal

There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
She’s the lady with the wagon wheels and tea.
There's a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And maybe she should receive the OBE

To Elva we thank you for your time you give. We are the befrienders boys James, Martin, Jo, Mark, Garth, and Me
And you make such a beautiful cup of tea

There’s a lady in the Methodist church swears she’s Elva
She the lady with the Wagon Wheels and Tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And to Elva you fill our hearts with glee

And from the Befrienders Boys We’d just like to say
Thank you for the Wagon Wheels today
Thank you for the Tea, and The Coffee,
and the time that you give

Koala, Koala, I see you there
you are a marsupial you are not a bear.
You live in a tree carry your young in a pouch.  
Eat the eucalyptus unlike the potatoe on the couch

Koala, Koala, you see me
looking up at you in your eucalyptus tree
A Bear is not a Koala, and a Koala, is not a Bear.
I thought I would make people so very much aware

Koala, Koala you just eat leaves.
A Bear is an omnivore and eats what it sees 
The Bear needs sleep and is going to be late.
As it settles down to hibernate.

Koala, Koala, I have held you so
like a baby in my arms
I daren't let you go.
Koala, Koala, up in your tree
My pictures I Still have of you and of me.

There are more Questions than Answers
If there were more Answers than Questions
Then what would be the ****** point.

There are answers to questions that cannot be Answered.
And Questions that don’t need answering.
I don’t look for answers to questions anymore.
I don’t see the point it’s rather a bore.

Who can explain the Answers to the Questions
and who is dare to question the answers or answer the questions

What is the Question
Who knows the Answer
Who ****** cares

If A Poem is A Poem with Rhyming words.
Then why do some poems just sound so absurd

Why do some poems only have two or three lines
That conjure up images in a creative mind.

Why do some poems talk about life and death
Or people that wish to take a final breath.

If a poem is a poem with so many words.
What makes a good poem from sounding absurd

What makes a good poem can anyone tell
Maybe it’s the words that you use or the way the way that you spell

Eyeball Billy is really very silly
He got locked in the kitchen
Then he started Hitching
Silly…..Eyeball Billy

Eyeball Billy is really very silly
He got locked behind the gate
Which made him very late
Silly Eyeball Billy

Eyeball Billy Is definitely very silly
He thought that he was dying
So then he started crying
Silly Eyeball Billy



THE END