Toys

I used to have a car
With a remote control
I used to have an Action Man
With a plastic soul.

I used to have a game,
Where you had to trap a mouse,
I used to have some bits of wood,
With which I built a house

I used to have a load of toys
But very few were good
I think my parents bought them
Just because they thought they should.

I had a million plastic things
That never lasted long,
I had so many stupid toys
That broke or just went wrong.

I had boxes full of batteries
But all of them were flat
I had toys that needed energy,
But none of them had that.

I had a little motorbike,
I had a laughing clown,
But after half an hour
They had both just broken down.

I had two boxing robots
Standing in a ring
But if you played them on your own
They didn't mean a thing.

I got piles of toys for Christmas
I got toys for birthdays too
But all of them meant nothing
When they were compared to you.

You see I had a brother
A brother to help me out
Though sometimes we would argue,
And sometimes we would shout.

But he was more fun than any toys
So I didn't really care
If my things they got broken,
Then I knew that he would share.

Yes I've forgotten all my toys
Most ended in the bin,
And I don't really care about
Which dump they ended in.

But my brother he was always
There when we were bored
And we found something to make
Or we went out and explored

Yes he was there and he'll be there
Until the very end
Yes my great big big brother
Will always be my bestest friend.

Mummy said.

Daddy always farts in bed,

That's what my poor mummy said.

So now to sleep she always goes,

With a clothes peg on her nose.

Smile.

The smile you have is so much fun,
Make sure you share it with someone.

Thoughts

If I am sad,
For a short while,
I make good thoughts
And then I smile.

After Dark

In the playground after dark
There's a man called Mr Spark,
He's got television eyes
And a dog that's in disguise.

In the playground late at night
There's a man called Mr White,
He's got eyes of burning red
And a saucepan on his head.

In the playground in the day
There's a man called Mr May,
He's got eyes as black as snow
And a trumpet on his toe.

In the playground you can see
All the things you want to be,
So close your eyes and try to find,
All the playgrounds in your mind.

Lie.

Here is a lie
It's like a snake
That builds up like a sum.
Then comes back
When it's big enough
To bite you
On the bum.

From high up on the mountain

From high up on the mountain
I walked across the land,
And swam across the lakes and seas
Out to the desert sand.
And there I met an old man,
As old as old can be,
Who leaned upon a walking stick
And said this thing to me...

"What was it that you wanted
Do tell me I implore,
Was it a bar of chocolate,
Was it an albacore?
What was it that you wanted,
Please tell me right away,
Was it some peace and quiet,
Or was it yesterday?"

As I rode on the river
And I rode on the stream
I saw the world pass by me
As if it was a dream
And there I met a woman
As old as old can be
Who leaned upon a walking stick
And said this thing to me...

"What was it that you wanted
Do tell me when you can,
Was it a thing that's lovable
Was it to be a man?
What was it that you wanted,
Please tell me it's alright,
Was it a long and happy life
Or just to start a fight?"

From high up on a mountain,
There rolled a tiny brook,
That ended in a fountain,
On the back page of a book.
And there I met a messenger
Ten thousand years too old
Who said that I should listen to
The story that he told...

"Well once there was a traveller
Who climbed a mountain high
Because he thought that he could reach
The middle of the sky.
But there he met and old man
As old as old can be,
Who whispered on a walking stick
"What do you want from me?"