They were simple daisies,
picked in the Park at Dawn.
Not up to standard, though,
traditionally, the expectation
A single ray of sun was peeking
through dusty drapes in my old flat,
downstairs the landlord's hussy shrieking,
she was as dumb as she was fat.
Wakey, Wakey, it is five,
covers yanked while you're not looking.
Time to stretch and feel alive,
in the oven bread is cooking.
I have a friend who is a cowboy,
he flies fast jets for Uncle Sam,
persuaded me to come along
'twas a Sunday in September.
I had a dream last night.
It was a dream in vivid colours.
A satisfying dream.
A dream of justice and
Those who can they say
do, but those who can't my friend
they sit back and teach.
Today I tried.
Again and again.
To jump over my own shadow.
Each time I jumped
The avian flu may worry you.
I'd like to tell you what to do.
The virus has not yet evolved
they talk about a problem solved
Dungbeetles eat it.
It fertilises gardens.
Smells to high heaven.