72 Miles From The Sea

Sunday, 9 July 2023

I was told I needed a brain transplant,

But I didn’t want anything of that kind

But the Doctors kept going on at me

So eventually they changed my mind

The sand was wet

Very wet indeed

And that was because

The seaweed

Are you wearing a tank top?

Someone should’ve yelled stop

I know charity shops are thrifty

But it’sas dated in nineteen fifty

I’m something of a joker

But being a comic is tough

I have a microbiology joke,

But it’s not cultured enough

My next-door neighbour,

The catholic converter,

Worships exhaust pipes

After a night of rest

I just caffeinate and then

Hope for the best

A manuscript is always called an MS,

After the prospective Authors submit,

By the publishing house because that

Is the state the receiving editor finds it