Think Again

Think Again I think of stuff all day I think of stuff all night Sometimes I think stupid Sometimes I think bright But I never think it wrong Cos I am always right At least that’s what the missus says If we have a fight I get ideas that turn out good And some that turn out bad Once I wrote a poem That made me seem quite mad I get all sorts of ideas When it’s time for bed No light bulb popped up ever I think we’ve been misled There’s never been a ‘Ping!’ As an idea hit my brain No eyeball exclamation mark... That would be insane And if I ever find a cure For a life that’s getting bleaker I’ll take you on a bet... I’ll never shout ‘EUREKA!’ But as a prosperous poet (yeah right) Thoughts are my bread and butter My notions come from angels hearts And some from in the gutter Sometimes when I cannot sleep The thinking must be stopped I lay awake to find a way But the penny’s never dropped Ideas float into my brain But then sink like a brick For each of Shakespeare’s sonnets I write a limerick One man designed a paper clip And one an atom bomb I guess we’ll never know Where our deepest thoughts come from