Oddity 2

I’m going to wear slippers
While dressed in a smart suit
As I go along with my endless pursuits
Never could find a place
To put down my roots
Living out of bags
Always an urge just to up and vamoose

Forget brushing my hair
Fuck that bloody hair mousse
Forget looking spick and span
I’m no Bruce Wayne, no flipping batman
No six pack to be had
Unless you add the beer cans

‘Eh do ya think that one day
There will be a St Matthews Holiday
In memory of little old me?
No, no. I’m getting ahead of myself
Like I say, I’m not some bloody superman
I’m just a super, super modest man

Oddity

I’m wearing odd socks
It’s not an accident
I knew when I put ‘em on
One black, one blue
I look better in different hues
I plan on wearing different coloured shoes
One black one brown
I’ve got a certificate of insanity
I wear it like a crown
And the birds flock, I don’t half bring a crowd
And they beatbox and have rap battles
The Blue Tits almost always win
Or the Bullfinches
They’re often almost in
Just beating round the edge of victory
While the Blue Tit chirps cheekily
And they all perch on me like I’m a tree
We have story time and laugh out loud
Spending time with dinosaurs!
It’s the best it can be

© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July