Oh my, oh my, what a night!
I'm gona be in a talent show!
And all cos I was dobbed right in,
Cos to Maitland we did go!
You see we came to Maitland...
Not long ago! On a Sunday morn!
And as I was chatting to Pat and Ken,
I began feeling so forlorn!
For Pat shouted out to what's-her-name,
‘We have a poet here!!'
‘What's her name?' She replied,
‘Cos I've got my paper here!'
(It rhymed!)
So whats-her-name, stuck me on her list,
Oh my goodness gracious me!
So I've got to read a poem out!
So people, be quiet! Now let me see!
I'm told that I'm prolific,
(That's a big word! Oh I feel sick!)
Cos I had to ask what that meant,
And I felt as thick as a brick!
It seems it simply tells you,
My writing will never stop!
I'm tap, tap, tapping all the time!
And type till I almost drop!!
I've written poems by the score,
For way too long, I have to say!
And every time I say I'm gona stop!
More poems come out by the day!
I think I've got an ailment you know!
Cos my hands they just won't stop!
And my brain matters all messed up!
And I'm just about ready to drop!
Now I was gona go on a diet!
But then I found out one day...
That you have a coffee and biccy morning
Yep my diets gone to pot - I have to say!
But you know what? I love the singing!
But I'm afraid I don't do mirrors any good!
Cos they all smash and the glass falls out,
And it may just scratch the wood?
And I wouldn't want to do that now,
Well, I don't think so anyway?
I guess I'll take a rain-check on that!
Cos I'm just about shattered today!
I'm too tired to scratch your floor,
And it's not like I can do your dishes!
So I think I better bow out now...
And bring about your wishes!!
Cos by now you'll be fed up!
And wonder when I'm done!
So gang, here is the good news!
I'm finished! Cos I wana see who's won!