Eh? Poem by Mark Hopwood

After what happened before
I'm glad I'm not where I was earlier
Lucky I was late.
So late that I caught tomorrows worm
And it never had a chance to turn.
It decided to leave that to the world,
About time don't you think?

Oh you don't!
Sorry I never realised you'd been searching for your brain
Look behind the refrigerator, thats where things usually end up
Maybe under the box made of matches that burn and smoke with
A flavour like two sugars and a slice of lemon, but no Ferrari.
And I like mine shaken, not slapped to death with an ugly stick.

Look at that up in the sky, what is it?
Its a lot of things full of mystery
Full of thoughts waiting to happen
Like an answer that has no question.