National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday, 9 September 2018

Bucket list.

Day 165

I do not have a bucket list
Its more of a small bowl
When I do retire
I have no desire
To walk the whole world at a stroll

I don't want to climb any mountain
nor jump with a parachute on
I do not want drama
while I'm riding a llama
To the home of that old Genghis Khan

Wont bother to do all that flying
Just so I can see an elephant roam
No camping in thin tents
To see Lion suspense
Id rather just stay back at home

No swimming with fishes or dolphins
The poor things could do without me
The barrier reef
Has enough bloody grief
With Cod that I have for my tea

Abroad they have big ruddy spiders
And snakes that can kill with a strike
With sharks near the beaches
And blood sucking leeches
No riding Peru on a bike

My bucket list is rather simple
It doesn't tug at my purse strings
Just a good B&B
Looking out at the sea
And a pair of Eastbourne water wings

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