When I Was A Poet Once…
When I was a poet once,
I was quite good with words and stuff,
But then I got a little older…
And then me voice got rough!
So I had to have a re-think,
And decided on the best plan,
Was sack off all the poetry!
And I did, because I can!
And I used to go a walking…
All along the prom,
But then I got amnesia…
And forgot where I was from!
And me chair got stuck in the sand,
It wasn't very good at all!
Cos every time I tried to swim,
All you could do was hear me call!
‘Heeeeelp!' I'd shout, quite often,
‘Come rescue me if you can!
Cos my wheels are stuck in all the muck!'
But no-one give a damn!!!
So there I was, a floating,
All aboard at sea!
Along the prom of Liverpool,
If you look, you might see me!
Cos I'm the one immortalised,
Right there in the middle of the sea!
Sitting in me wheelchair…
Oh woe, oh woe is me!
But remember the warning I gave you!
Watch out for low flying birds!
Don't forget to run for cover!
As you duck and dive those t*rds!!!
Its all good fun!!!
You gota laugh aint ya!
Aint ya?
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