A sprig of holly I was bussing home the other day My journey just begun When a pair of gym shoes passed me With the laces all undone Short trousers on a pair of legs
Longings Orville Wright lay on his back amongst the sand dunes at Kittyhawk, staring up into the sky admiring the effortless flight of the sea gulls soaring over the dunes.
The job I work for the railway Just an ordinary bloke I used to think my current job Was only just a joke I stand on a big station But I’m not one of the porters
Fooling my friends I know an authoress called Jenny She’s kind enough to read my work However badly written From it she does not shirk But as she reads my writings