Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
Still a work-in-progress ...
A new twist to an old poem
Are you bored out of your mind?
What new obsession can you find?
Does your mind love to wonder
What is your famous blunder?
What on earth are we doing?
Are our lives spent pursuing?
Does this life make any sense?
Who will come to my defence?
I confess I'm mystified
All these things I feel inside
Can we make a smoother ride?
Don't take too long to decide!
I read books on happiness
Yes it's true - I must confess
What advice can I offer you?
After all this is brand new
Can we be kind to each other?
This advice won't make you suffer
Do you always have to be right?
It might not be wise to fight
This poem must end real soon
I just caught a glimpse of the moon
I eat all my sandwiches with a wooden spoon
My next meal may be eaten at noon
Don't try so hard to impress
Or you will end up in a mess
The ego is such a cunning thing
It makes you want to chant & sing
Do you ever jump for joy?
Can you describe your favourite toy?
Is this poem a bit too much?
Should I try a gentler touch?
Is it true or just a rumour
That we all need a sense of humour?
Have you ever seen a ghost
Munching on a piece of toast?
Do you know how many ways
We can spend our nights & days?
Can we invent some turns of phrase
There's not much time for delays
Some people love to contemplate
What exactly is our fate?
I hope we don't leave it too late
To enjoy the food on our plate
It's up to you - I can't decide
Just when to end this thrill ride
Are you really satisfied
Somewhere down deep inside?
I am not a normal man
My life proceeds without a plan
You could send me all of your best wishes
My tongue has sampled many fine dishes
Reality is just a vertical thing
There are times when we all need to sing
I wish you all the joy life cn bring
I think I just heard a telephone ring
This poem has been exquisitely designed
To drive you completely out of your mind
Our reality is usually defined
As a place where humans need to be kind
We must finish soon
Why wait for high noon
Please give me an extra spoon
So I can play a new tune
This poem will never reach a conclusion
I am lost inside a world of illusion
I suppose we could always blame evolution
For creating this word of human confusion
This poem doesn't seem to want to end
I wonder if I should consult an old friend
Reality is something we can all bend
I have no ideas that I should defend
This poem is just an experiment
Just try to read it alone in your tent
You may start to wonder where the time went
There are many ideas that my brain can invent
That's it! I am done!
This is no longer fun!
I feel a strange need for a pun
Maybe we have only just begun!
Stay tuned for all the latest developments!
A new twist to an old poem
Are you bored out of your mind?
What new obsession can you find?
Does your mind love to wonder
What is your famous blunder?
What on earth are we doing?
Are our lives spent pursuing?
Does this life make any sense?
Who will come to my defence?
I confess I'm mystified
All these things I feel inside
Can we make a smoother ride?
Don't take too long to decide!
I read books on happiness
Yes it's true - I must confess
What advice can I offer you?
After all this is brand new
Can we be kind to each other?
This advice won't make you suffer
Do you always have to be right?
It might not be wise to fight
This poem must end real soon
I just caught a glimpse of the moon
I eat all my sandwiches with a wooden spoon
My next meal may be eaten at noon
Don't try so hard to impress
Or you will end up in a mess
The ego is such a cunning thing
It makes you want to chant & sing
Do you ever jump for joy?
Can you describe your favourite toy?
Is this poem a bit too much?
Should I try a gentler touch?
Is it true or just a rumour
That we all need a sense of humour?
Have you ever seen a ghost
Munching on a piece of toast?
Do you know how many ways
We can spend our nights & days?
Can we invent some turns of phrase
There's not much time for delays
Some people love to contemplate
What exactly is our fate?
I hope we don't leave it too late
To enjoy the food on our plate
It's up to you - I can't decide
Just when to end this thrill ride
Are you really satisfied
Somewhere down deep inside?
I am not a normal man
My life proceeds without a plan
You could send me all of your best wishes
My tongue has sampled many fine dishes
Reality is just a vertical thing
There are times when we all need to sing
I wish you all the joy life cn bring
I think I just heard a telephone ring
This poem has been exquisitely designed
To drive you completely out of your mind
Our reality is usually defined
As a place where humans need to be kind
We must finish soon
Why wait for high noon
Please give me an extra spoon
So I can play a new tune
This poem will never reach a conclusion
I am lost inside a world of illusion
I suppose we could always blame evolution
For creating this word of human confusion
This poem doesn't seem to want to end
I wonder if I should consult an old friend
Reality is something we can all bend
I have no ideas that I should defend
This poem is just an experiment
Just try to read it alone in your tent
You may start to wonder where the time went
There are many ideas that my brain can invent
That's it! I am done!
This is no longer fun!
I feel a strange need for a pun
Maybe we have only just begun!
Stay tuned for all the latest developments!