"I'm as hot as a pancake," I gasped,
Walking a hill of chalk and cheese.
Knee-high to a bird in the bush,
wiping my feet on my Qs and Ps.
Time goes fast when your waiting for good things.
But there's not enough cooks to suck an egg.
So I dropped my horses,
frightened the night-lights,
And proclaimed to the world that the Dodos weren't dead.
Now man cannot die by bread alone
Or be purely a crime unto himself
So I decided that night to prop up the floor
And display myself on the shelf.
And I recalled my first childhood
Where the weakest survived teeth and nails
When eggs were not eggs and to snog a dead horse
The wind blew too close to the sails.