Doing His Rounds

I got into a mess at Eton
my house-master advised me to leave
he added I wasn't their sort of chap
and that I was 
very hard to
believe 

I got very bored at Oxford
and Cambridge let me down
all that punting upon the river 'Cam'
and those bicycles in the town

So I went to work at NASA
it seemed a fun place to be
I thought I would be an astronaut 
but it just wasn't right for me

So I fancied a dabble on the 'markets'
some went up and some went down
I made myself a small fortune
so bought a small 'condo' in town

I had a good contact at 'Glasto'
who asked could I dust off my 'spoons'
he said he'd have room for some sets 
could I give them a few of my tunes?

I fancied flying fighter jets
so I gave the 'RAF' a bell
they said they couldn't fit me in
and my flying skills weren't up to scatch as well

I hadn't tried being a spy
but I thought it could be fun
I had a smattering of Russian and
I was fairly good with a gun

But no, it was then that Mummy called
and I quickly 'reassemble lifes threads'
she asked if I was feeling alright 
and she reminded me to take all my 'meds'
and to tidy things up 
and to give him no grounds
for the doctor 
would soon
be doing his rounds!








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