Sad life when
I can’t relate
Not opening up
Closing my gate.
Boxed in
nowhere
In sight
Always dark
Never bright
Ever the
Optimistic
Pessimist
Nothing on
My
Bucket list
I got truly
Lost within
So I turned
To drugs
Took ******.
Wow I got a
******* high
Got addicted
Oops I died.

There was a man
From Bosham
Who took of
His ***** to
Wash them
His wife said
Jack if you don’t
Put them back
I’ll stand on the
******* and
Squash them

One legged man
In a **** kicking
Match,
Throwing the
Javelin for
The athlete
To catch,
This sport
Don’t appeal
A lot
The participants
Have to head
but the shot.
110 metres
Hurdles
In a wheelchair
Blind tennis
Players
playing
In pairs.
Long jump
In a sandpit
Of nails
I think these
Sports will
Certainly fail.

Im a little snail
My girlfriends
A slug
Isn’t it funny
They ridiculed
Us
Just because
Michelle
didn’t
Have a shell,
All my species
Can go to hell.
We will get
Married walk
Down the path
We’re determined
To have the
Last laugh.

Riding
along
Im a
Nuclear
Bomb
Top of the
The world
Singing
A song
I was
Up there
Where
I belong
Yippee.
I had
To much
Charm
To do any
Harm,
Maybe I
Could work
On a sweet
Little farm
Maybe
Go swimming
In a nice
Cool tarn.
I wish I was
Something
Else
A readable
Book upon
A shelf.
But I got
A job to do
Apparently
To protect all
Of You.

It was a secret
I made a rocket
For safety sake
Kept it
in my pocket.

Going to fly it
To the sun
Sceptics are
Trying to
Spoil my fun.

Thinking of
Flying to the
Moon,
Unrealistic
Haven’t made
A big enough
Balloon.

My original
Plan was to
Surf the stars
But my
Biscuit tin
In trial run
Didn’t get
That far.

Thinking of
A master plan to
Travel the world
In a bake bean can
This little excursion
Never got
Of the ground
Me metal tin opener
Couldn’t be found.

Drifting of
I cannot sleep
500 and counting
Woolly sheep
Got up
paced about
Half a bottle
of whisky
Maybe a
good shout.
Not so good
i drunk
The bottle
Plans next day
I had
to scuttle,
Hungover and wasted
Don’t like
the light
Let’s do
it again
When i can’t sleep
Tonight.