This is my heartfelt plea.
What do you want from me?
Good humour, jokes, pigs in pokes.
I offer all these, may I mention fleas?
Big fleas have little fleas on their backs to bite ‘em, and so on, ad infinitum.
Now that I’ve got that out of the way what else have I to say?
I dislike horror camps and torture chambers, some are born to lie in mangers.
I like meeting strangers.
A stranger may become a friend, some drive you round the bend.
Does my serious side make you consider suicide?
Its not all doom and gloom, its fairly cold in this room.
What price fun and laughter, may I say happy ever after?
Okay, a cliché, if only I knew what to do.
To please you.
More of the same from whence I came.
Its early days yet, I want a winning bet.
I’ll get there yet.
I am a rambling rover.
This poem’s over.
1st November, 2018