(20 minute poetry)


They tell me 'do or die',
but I think if it do it or try I will die so I'm staying away from the mind control men and then I can take things as things ought to be taken
with ice, slowly stirred and definitely not shaken.

This is the rule of thumb for the *** that I am and believe it or not, I find it easy being me, the slowly stirred kind of man.

Shaken is taking it too far, I don't need that kind of shaking and making this spin out is bringing me out in a rash.

Can you spare me some spare cash,
Can you tell me the time?
Is it Holborn we're at yet and does it all rhyme for you?

I do my best, but sometimes I find bends where there should be straights.
Sometimes the fates are kind and sometimes by using me they're amusing one another.

'Pull t'other one', the old man tells me 'it's got bells on'
Well, it's Christmas so I suppose that is right .