I just missed jumping on the bus
But I have the wrong trousers on
So I let it go passed me really
Crossing the tracks so early in the day
Never mind it is not due
Sad old hag on the line 
I won’t wait for another bus 
The embarrassment is too much,
I have inkwells in my pockets
They are filled with feathers
What do I do with them – red faced am I
Never mind it is not due,
But etching in the sand will never do
Because each character is only half seen
My ears are full of ice cream
And my desk wants to sail away at noon 
But the sails are not ready 
Besides I have lost my compass
So I will go Sainsbury’s instead
I will make a nest in the middle of my bed
And invite the pigs in for a party,
Did I really have my hair with a middle parting
Never mind it is not due
But then neither is the glue
When it is stuck inside the tube
I have given my television 
A nice set of floral curtains
To match my thinning hair
Well, that is what I think, I don’t care 
There are beetroot stains on my underwear
Don’t ask me, 
I don’t know how they arrived there 
Sitting in the sky avoiding the kites 
I laughed out loud
The trees joined in too
My shirt has baked bean sauce all over them
I am not amused
I take off my clothes and sing the National Anthem
Saluting as a I go
Never mind it is not due.
With pencil gripped in the wrong hand
I am poised to spew
Out words that are anchored in anger
In deepest rancour I spit out the words 
I drive my car into the buttercup field 
And I briefly watch the lovers
I turn away looking for sanctuary
There is an oak with green tassles
Beckoning to me 
“Turn on your smile, ignore the hassles”
What? This tree is talking to me,
Too many pills that is the cause
Songs were seeping from behind my back
I really must find my new desk
It is somewhere out to sea 
I need the shipping forecast beneath me
In straw hat cane in hand I hear Leon sing
Ain’t Misbehavin’ now there’s a thing
Ain’t possible because I only want to sing,
I have a ladder in my inside pocket
I am going to paint the Pope black
See how he likes that
Never mind it is not due.
No new prescription for me
It is too much trouble anyway,
There are songs attached to my feet
I lift each one and a different lyric I can see
Meet me on the corner, treat me,
There are verses in my hair
What the hell are they doing there
I will place each one where they belong
Each with their own rhythm sublime
I am gardening with my teeth
But it is taking too long I will nod out
On this string of white powder
Never mind it is not due,
Did I write to myself today,
Must be a bad memory,
My toes are like bright torches
Showing me the way in to the darkness
I am whistling, hands in pockets
Nonchalantly without a care 
Touching each bud on the rose tree
I praise their effort and they believe me 
never mind it is not due,
this treasure we call air 
might one day disappear 
watch out be careful
don’t let the bastards take it away.
I can’t use plastic daffodils
As love tokens for Christ sake
What was I thinking of – oh the insult,
Maybe they should be plastic red roses
My calendar suddenly caught fire 
I just stared in awe, drooling.
Each cigarette was painted in bright pink
But when lit they turned green
Strangest thing I have ever seen 
With my calculator in my hand
Mobile phone in my mouth
I feel I am now ready to take on the world 
God forbid, are you just talking nonsense?
Never mind it is not due