There are those in England
put 'something special' away
just for a rainy day
if only they
took the time it would allow
to look out the window anyhow
perhaps they would see
as cats and dogs
are coming down in buckets
that day is here and now

There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
(YY U R, YY U B, I C U R, YY 4 me)
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
doesn't give a hoot

“Yeeha”
if I were a cowboy
I'd stride the western range
(six-gun on my hip canteen from which to sip)
without you by my side
(along for the ride)
I'd feel mighty strange

“Ahoy”
or if I were a sailor
I'd sail the seven seas
(an ocean's-worth to the four corners of the earth)
and want you on board
(if you choose to cruise)
a'swashbuckling with me

“Contact”
if I were a pilot
I'd fly the friendly skies
(for crying out loud up there in the clouds)
I'd be close to heaven
(in the yonder wild blue)
with you I'd be high

“Lift off”
and if I were a spaceman
I may go far
(alone in my capsule with plenty of fuel)
but with you in my rocket
(and a docket in my pocket)
we'd reach the stars

childhood daydreams return now and then
when I would wonder again and again
about
when I grow up what will I be
butcher baker candlestick maker
or none of the above let's forget all three
it don't really matter if you're here with me
as
cowboys have sidekicks
and sailors a mate
every teacup a saucer
chalk stick a slate
even pilots have copilots
spacemen do too
(I must say believe you me)
you're just my cup of tea
and I could do with a brew

You and me we could
take a slow boat to China
don't need an ocean liner
it's only a stone's throw
and nothing would be finer
than to see all the tea
in Shanghai flow
we'll run in the rain
or sit soaking up the sun
no strings attached
let's see if we're matched
and have us some fun
me and you too could
sail slowly down the Nile
smiling all the while
like a pair of crocodiles
and when we reach Cairo
wave and say "Hello"
to the old Pharaoh
we'll keep it casual
no putting on the Ritz
come be with me
then we'll see
if the shoe fits
and if the shoe fits
when all is said and done
yes it's true
I want to have fun
I want to have fun with you

Arrived alive
departed dead
and the same
may be said
of all who tread
this weary world
of ours
less a milestone
more a speedbump
each Birthday
I perceive
and poetry
is but one way
to fill the waning hours
for me

My dog has fleas
oh please don't scoff
I've done all I can
(collars, powders, sprays)
and it truly ticks me off

then, was interviewed
for a reservations job
with Scandinavian Airlines
(I had my reservations)
when asked by the top ****

"Can you name a great Dane?"
I remember it still
my reply was "Yes"
(blame Sir Conan Doyle)
thinking of the Baskervilles

and my dog still has fleas
the more she'll itch
the more she'll scratch
(altho' I often comb her fur)
she really is a silly *****

In Hawaii
where flip-flops they wear
shoes are left
right outside the door
an ancient custom
so I'm told
altho' I'm not quite sure
it's thoughtful
and considerate
by all who do
and what's more
(unless you're barefoot from the shore)
there's no need
to say
"e ʻoluʻolu e holoi i kou mau wāwae"
anymore

Translation: Please wipe your feet