JUST DOING MY THING
Occasionally it's the roundabouts,Or maybe it's the swings.
Maybe it's time for me to get up,
To go and do my thing.
I've got several things to do today,
I don't have time to sit and pray.
There are several I must do today
More than that I can hardly say.
Today's the day I'll go to sit down,
I'll do my things one then two.
Or maybe I'll do them,
The other way around.
When I've finished,
I'll go on three then four.
Dimensionaly I'm not that sure,
I can't remember what there for.
With all the things I have to do,
I'm not to sure, Did I buy them new.
Maybe I should move onto,
The other things I have to do.
Let's see what things are next,
Somehow I've moved on to,
Seven and eight, What happened
To five and six? Oh dear it's getting late.
Everything I try to do,
Always ends up in a muddle.
It really feels a shame, When pieces
are missing from my jigsaw puzzle.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-02-22 at 01:29
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