Who said life was going to be fair?
Come on, let’s make this circle square,
Poor as church mice, bolder than brass,
Circle right then show me the cash.
We'll keep it underneath your hat,
But there’s no room to swing a cat,
They say the best in life is free,
So square this circle left like me.
Fair and square like they always say,
Fair day’s work for a fair day’s pay,
Money is round to go around,
London Bridge, now we all fall down.
The rain outside is cats and dogs,
Grandma just popped her dancing clogs,
Look this gift horse, right in the mouth,
Forward, back, now let’s journey south.
I’ve finally hit the big time
I’m going to be on the stage
Reading one of my poems
I’m sure to be all the rage
I enquired about my dressing room
Would it have a gold star on the door
With champagne and flowers to greet me
(I’ve read about diva’s before)
You can imagine my disappointment
When I was shown to the ladies loo
Not enough room to swing a cat
And it stinks of wee and pooh!
On 20th May I will be performing one of my funny poems at a local charity event to raise awareness and money for Parkinson’s disease – this poem came about after chatting with one of the organisers
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