Start life in a pushchair
end up in a wheelchair
that
doesn't sound fair to me
I'd like a parachute.
but we rise as we fall
keep our eyes
on the ball and
the game plays out as it will.
If life is a 'Gif'
I wonder if
but then I don't.
So for me
it's back to the Weetabix
the Sticklebricks
and plasticine
and taking forty winks in
the time it takes to
take five
because
I have a microwave bed,
(old jokes are the best)
modernity's killing me
but slowly and in an
old fashioned kind of way.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Start life in a pushchair
end up in a wheelchair
that
doesn't sound fair to me
I'd like a parachute.
but we rise as we fall
keep our eyes
on the ball and
the game plays out as it will.
If life is a 'Gif'
I wonder if
but then I don't.
So for me
it's back to the Weetabix
the Sticklebricks
and plasticine
and taking forty winks in
the time it takes to
take five
because
I have a microwave bed,
(old jokes are the best)
modernity's killing me
but slowly and in an
old fashioned kind of way.
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