The Poetry Website: 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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