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  • A WOLUD BE PET

    I'd like to be an animal,
    Looked after by a vet.
    And live a life of luxury
    As someones pampered pet.

    Maybe I'd be a little bird,
    Residing on my perch.
    I'd always be so well behaved,
    And often go to church.

    Maybe I'd be a little frog,
    In my own heated pool.
    With lots of squirmy tadpoles
    Who would learn in froggy school.

    Maybe I'd be a little cat,
    And pedicure my paws.
    And brush my fur, and floss my teeth,
    Whilst varnisning my claws.

    Maybe I'd be a little fish,
    And circle round my bowl.
    My comfy, fishy life would be
    Relaxing, on the whole.

    Maybe I'd be a little mouse,
    And gorge mysrelf on cheese.
    Then waddle round the house all day
    Too full to even sneeze.

    Maybe I'd be a little dog,
    I'd sleep most of each day.
    From time to time, I'd up and bark,
    To keep riff raff away.

    Maybe I'd be a little snake,
    Not long, but very thin.
    So you could make a handbag
    Every time I shed my skin.

    I'd like to be an animal,
    Be, someones pampered pet.
    Cos life as homo sapiens
    I haven't mastered yet.

  • THE SUMBARINER

    I served as a submariner,
    In underwater crew.
    But when you're in a submarine,
    You can't enjoy the view.

    In fact there often isn't one
    And when you're deep below,
    It's difficult to notice if
    There's wind or rain or snow.

    Now submarines are nuclear
    And sail we know not where,
    You can't take out a map and say,
    Last Tueusday, we were there.

    Their voyages last many months
    Of claustrophobic Hell,
    Imagine all those feet and pits,
    The cumulative smell.

    The front door doesn't open when
    You're underneath the waves.
    Cos if it did, the crew would soon
    Be washed to watery graves.

    You stealth around for months on end,
    Top secret, Mums the word.
    The Russians? well they've all gone home,
    A while ago they heard,

    The Cold War ended years ago,
    There's no one left to fight.
    Perhaps we're floating aimlessly
    Around the Isle of Wight.

    Yes, maybe that's just where we are,
    But then we'd never know.
    Because of lack of windows,
    We're quite clueless where we go.

    I served as a submariner
    In underwater crew.
    The one thing you can guarantee,
    You won't enjoy the view.

  • title-4122481

    Once upon a time,
    When myself was in my prime,
    I could do so many things I can't do now.
    But now years have hurried by,
    All I do is sit and cry,
    Over things I just can't do, but do know how.

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