The ice bit my finger tips
the lawn was torn into strips
and the black clouds that day
turned the wind round the other way
and the rain fell so slow
not knowing quite where to go
my camera shouted 'cheese,'
talked the fish down from the trees
and sunshine like a whip crack
sent shivers up and down my back
as the 'dickie-birds' chirped away
above the little piggy where he lay
for all the world like a peach
just sitting there on the beach
as the clock folded it's arms
all cross with the swaying palms
both the tyre and the nail
felt deflated and frail
time sort of came and went
to a festival in a muddy tent
yesterday is here to stay
now tomorrow has gone away
...life doesn't always make sence
so lets help the fun commence!
