A Pallet

Written by: Owen Yeates

I was a pallet from somewhere, I arrived in Telford one day
I spent my time in a warehouse, till somebody whisked me away

They took me home in a motor car, hid me in a shed
Eventually they took me out, to a jigsaw I was led

I was cut into little pieces, painted a glorious brown
Then before I knew were I was, I headed to another town

The town was by the seaside, I'm sure they call it Rhyl
The seagulls they fly around me, making a noise so shrill

As for me I am perfectly happy, as on a veranda I lay
Holding hot tea and coffee, as people holiday

From dreary little pallet, to handy table top
My owner uses me daily and happily here I'll stop