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No matter how crazy



Your aspirations seem



Stick with it pal and you may



Fulfil your wildest dream.



 



His hero was Tarzan



And he did his very best,



Though because of the climate,



He wore a thermal vest



To swing through the trees 



In his local wood



To emulate his hero and, with



Practice, was getting good.



 



He didn’t have a loincloth



Just a pair of baggy shorts



Left over from the days when



He  partook in his school sports.



No exhibitionist he,



He Just did it as release 



From the stresses and strains



As an officer of the police.



 



His end came suddenly



Like a bad bad dream



When he tried out



His apeman scream:



Standing on a branch



And beating his chest



He slipped from that bough to



Get suspended by his vest.



 



Three days he hung there



Vainly trying to get free



Being well and truly ensnared



By a major oak tree.



His fate would have been sealed



But for a twitcher from the town



Who hearing on his sad  cries



Very quickly cut him down.



 



His activity became known



When he had to confess



In a report of his rescue



In the local weekly press.



Who to be honest 



Really weren't very kind.



Discharged from the force 



As being of unsound mind



 



He became a film extra 



For the grace and ease



With which when required



He could swing through trees.



If this story has a moral



It's that his public shame



Led to his discovery with



All it's wealth and fame.



 



No matter how crazy



Your aspirations seem



Stick with it pal and you



May fulfil your wildest dream.



 




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