Ducks riding bicycles
Hamsters driving cars
Bananas flying aeroplanes
Nuclear bombs in jars.
Fish catching people
Kangaroos on a tram
Dead ruling the living
Has poo poo hit the fan.
Atoms kissing protons
While hyenas play guitar
Understanding people
Now that's seem to bizarre

Dark dreams
Red streams
Black roses
Human screams.

Mothers fathers
Sons and daughters
Black roses
Human slaughter.

Fallen seeds
Hearts bled
Black roses
Soil fed.

I am a discarded metal tin
Rolling down the road
My substance has deserted me
my passport my barcode
All that's left is my outer shell
My metal overcoat
Soaked up all lifes miseries
Just to stay afloat
A kindly breeze helps me on my way
A kick from a friendly foot
Travelling on life's highway
Trying to be understood

Vincent was a painter of note
White van man,white suited overcoat
William a writer of fantastic plays
Lived in a hamlet where he spent his days
Starry nights,clouds and that perspective chair
Vincent my friend he lived in despair.
Romeo and Juliet were a fine pair of lovers
Did he write these plays or were they just covers
The bard of the boards with his life he could cope
Day to day this writer ,lived with so much hope
Painter ,a genius such a life with much fear
What ever happened to his infamous ear
Paintings and writings,from Vincent and Bill
One with a brush the other with quill
With lots of hope and litte despair
They left such treasures for us,so we can share.

My new friend
I met a sweet snail three years ago
She arrived on my door step today
Looking a bit sleepy, oh so sluggish
So we didn't go out and play
We watched a film we ate some eats
No salt please on our lettuce leafs
Her name is Michelle such an elegant snail
We kissed goodbye and she left with a trail