Chattering monkey

My six pack’s taken a back seat,
I lost the will and dropped the beat
and there’s no one to
‘Meet me on the corner’

So I get to be a loner
always wandering or
wondering
what the new day will bring.

Wincarnis tonic?
I drunk gallons of it
and
still not bionic, but I
got Phyllosan bubbling in the pan
and
an eye of newt might not look too cute,
but I’m assured it’ll do the trick of
making me fantastically
fit.

I live in hope.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.