ramblings and things
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.
Aspirations