Pockets
Ive got pockets on my jacket
And pockets on my coat
Pockets on my bumbag
And pockets on my non-existent boat

Ive got pockets on my bicycle
And pockets by my eyes
Pockets on my underthings
To keep away the flies!

Ive got pockets that i did not pick
And pockets full of air
Pockets full of nonsense
And pockets everywhere

Some of my pockets don't exist
And some are quite surreal
Including a little lost pocket, in a locket
And a hidden one in my heel

Some of my pockets are disguised as bags
Or a Pandoras box, and some such thing
But my favourite little pocket
Is within a secret magical ring

Which once delved into
Leads me to another world
Where there are no pockets of any kind
Just a myriad of mysteries, yet to be unfurled

by Jemia