Simple Pilgrim

The mower glides from overgrown to neat personally I think unruly nature with all its mess is difficult to beat

Unenthusiastic Bob with his faithful companion Bean the oddest couple you may have seen Bob always looking for the next snore Bean dashing and flying anything else is a bore

With a little imagination the mini fellas come alive good cop to bad cop fiendishly a little surprisingly maybe arrives

Just a thump the delicate cat lands after the smallest of small jump Just like the rest days long gone when we were at our supple best

Ninja Yo rock and roll leaping, flying fists as quick as the nimblest lion

Not quite tiddlywinks the blame game without the fun But now it seems this is all society has for fuel point the finger without a flip then scamper and run

With a zing and zang confusion reigns ending with an almighty bang When words are used to kerfuffle and confuse we are left speechlessly bemused

Tumbling, rather flying on the Kaleidoscope wings of change heading somewhere, sometime with a new view, change Clinging on, with the dearest of life hoping those feathers can hold time to be just and bold

The dust filled wind may sting our eyes but onwards we go head down with neither smile nor frown

As the storm hits the sail however strong the mast may inevitably fail Looking back, in years to come the storm becomes just a dystopian fairy tale

As the Ocean rolls the angry Gods roar for they foresee, the terrible gore As the Earth tremors the Gods cry for now it is time for all to say goodbye

Some days we are leaping down the stairs others crawling up with a backpack full of worry wares Wouldn’t it be cool to have one of those uppy downy stairlift things then we can escape on mechanical wings

I’m sorry, I can’t believe the fiction you sprout when you say dry, it’s wet when you say wet we end up with a bloomin’ drought