Ones Plot
Ones plot is as one does
it is the connection with God
and the rails of reality
love thy plot
for without
you are shot
a lost plot may never be recovered,
a rogue plot may never be captive,
an abuse plot may never amuse,
a removed plot may leave you unclued.
I once lost my plot
my plot I lost
I asked "have you seen my plot?"
but they had not,
they asked "where was it last?"
but I had forgot,
as I went shot,
I'd lost the plot.
so lord God, our maker of plot,
we thank you, we thank you a lot,
please protect our plot
in the cold and too the hot
in the healthy and in the rot
weather old or in the cot
or animal, robot,
in the street and in the shop,
as we walk or as we hop,
as we boil upon the hob,
or mouthing with our gob,
when we sit upon the bog,
as the car kills the frog,
or I handle my knob
build fire with the, log
lord God save us and our plot,
and protect us from shot.
and if lord God I say you're not,
then I've got not my plot,
as you sit tip top as our God
with gigantic plot
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2020
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