If I were as turkey I would not gobble and if I were a knitted hat I would have no bobble
To the Blue Tits and Robins you cannot miss and The sparrows and thrushes in absolute bliss
I feel that I will be oh so dead soon and like an elderly grey haired face baboon
But the alcohol and tallyhoes last night and was a surprising festive delight
The snowball gathered at such an amazing of snow and it glistened and shone like diamond and stars
All the people that have lived in this world and perhaps generations of wanting to be in the fold
Skinny dipping freely and power gliding through the air and water skiing on bumpy seas
Swan flapping circlet rippled pool and snaking river mocks mill pond
I just to want be left to alone like a dog with a bone
I am living in a solitary prison and feel like nobody would listen
Cravings can uncloak the human mind and Fantasies flying away in fireworks
A cedar tree on the main Road in Weston under Penyard, Herefordshire
It trickles down mountains into great rivers and when the sun hits it, it acts like a car mirror
Jaguar is splendid black puma and Rolls Royce helps you make as choice
Graceful movement as she moves and how she played the bass guitar by ear
Bottle green and siren blue dragon flies bobbing on darting stream river
Bright red Dragon with fire fairy wings and walking dead holding up lanterns
The ruined old castle weathered by master time and the river meandering bending the mirror
Signified by a golden drum bong and I certainly don't feel very strong
When the silence is split by their song spark and one of them was a musical lark
Smoked salmon rolling cream cheese filled and pepper above salt should be milled
I have just done Ross Park, 2 walks round and one run for a better sleepy time
My mind we as clear as an amazing bell and I can say it might be the start of hell
Orange and gold boot laces and still such rich grass greens
A bevy of swans gliding along the river with fanned out flapping waves
Whilst at the Swimming Pool in Wimbledon a young slender girl butterfly swimming
Soothing sensation to overwhelmed and heavenly stars glistening light
Nothing on this earth will save them and they will just wither away any day now
The donkeys walking playing their bell and perhaps there might be a wishing well
A fine figured waitress brings refreshments on a fine silver service tray
I do doubt that the tide will not turn, only if in an urn
Whilst in the Yates Pub in Hereford whilst downing three amber nectars
For the celestial body implodes to zero and Major Tom has no hero
Ecstasy as climbing sides of falls and diving into the deep pool of the spill
The early relation folly of Edinburgh fireworks were jolly