The day is upon me
and
so is the duvet

it's time to get up
and no!
not to any mischief.

and looking in the mirror,
is like looking at a passion killer
so
ladies
you're in no danger.

She laughs out loud,
and says that I'm living in
cloud cuckoo land,

The week begins on a high note.

I can taste garlic,

She says,
it could have been arsenic
so
think yourself lucky.

I do
and I said that before.

I used to be a pioneer
and now
I'm just a pensioneer

out here
on the frontier
boldly going on.

A hundred scents in a dollar?
wow
that's a smelly currency,
but in the land of the free
they can do as they please

in good old blighty
which used to be capital,
we still put a seashell
up to our ear
to hear
the latest news.

Sunday
dawn has not broken
it's just resting
testing the air for scents.

The algorithm
is not
dance music.

Sideshow Mel,
or
was it Bob?
can't remember now
but
one of them got the job.

Both are a little bit
leftfield of Springfield
so
I keep my wits
about me.

I know that you will take
what you want
and then say,
that I gave it.