Thomas the tank engine
Pulled out of
Paddington again
And the Bear said
I like getting the
early train
Thomas the tank engine
Pulled out of
Paddington again
And the Bear said
I like getting the
early train
Robert Barnes, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?
No, good sir, that I can’t,
Why ever not, fellow fine?
Primarily because I’m
an estate agent called Mike
But mainly because
that’s a push bike
Are you wearing false nails?
Is there really any
point?
After all you will
just
Bite them down to the joint
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But I don’t know where
to go
What if I end up in
Capable
I find that that’s
often where I go
I went on holiday to somewhere unpronounceable
Who have a novel approach
to automation
You are not prohibited
to own a motor car
Unless it is Pink,
making them a Pink Car-nation
He certainly wasn’t much of a policeman
Of that most people
would concur
His colleagues called
him the Gurkha
Because he never took
a prisoner
Everyone wants to be the star
Of their own life
story
But life isn’t like a
movie
You don’t get the chance
To re-take the scenes
you mess up
And it isn’t like a play
That can be painstakingly
rehearsed
You have to go on cold
You may dry up or miss
your cue
Or fluff your lines
You may need prompting
You will probably have
to improvise
But it’s up to you how
the drama unfolds
And whether you are
hero or villain