Wearing a dressing gown and ready to take on an Abrams M1 main battle tank

I don’t know what to write
But it’s like a fight
This urge to get something down
Not like my trousers
Or throwing off my dressing gown
Doing those things wouldn’t be hard
Although it might cause a frown
And give an old dear a fright
Leave her mentally scarred
So what was I on about?
Oh yeah, wishing I’d something to say
It usually is that way
But at the moment my head feels quite blank
If feeling blank is actually a feeling
Isn’t that an oxymoron ‘a blank feeling’?
Being driven over by a tank
That would hurt
A tank would leave me reeling

No comments:

Site Map A Big DirBlog Search EngineTop Dot DirectoryAdd url to free web directory Society Blogs - BlogCatalog Blog DirectoryAdd to Technorati Favorites