Here lies Mark,
He has now fell,
He may be in heaven,
But wants to go to hell!
(Humerous)
Sarah, my love,
Has left this earthly plane.
She gently sleeps,
We live in pain.
(Sorrowful)
There was a young lady named Bet,
Who wished to become a vet,
When she first met a cow,
There was a great row,
As the poo and young Bet met!
There was a young man from Madras,
Who had an enormous ass,
Unfortunate for him,
And all of his kin,
It let forth a terrible gas!
There was a young girl from Mersey,
Who sat on a slide in Jersey,
She went to the bottom,
Her knickers were cotton,
As everyone down there could see!
You bring me laughter,
You bring me tears,
*
Change me to a child,
Or a crone of many years.
*
You gave me labour,
You gave me a son.
*
You make me us,
You make us one.
*
You make me; me,
You make you, too.
*
You do this,
As you are you.
Every day,
In every way,
You remind me;
What could be.
*
Every minute,
Of every day,
You show me;
What should be.
The pages turn crisply,
And pens scrawl noisily,
As everyone writes on a page.
Fellow students sigh loudly,
As birds fly by silently,
By this ornate stone and paper cage.
Whatever I do-
Is not good enough.
Whatever I say-
Is wrong.
Whatever I think-
Is stupid, or 'rough'.
Whatever I hear-
Is Pete Tong.
Ode to pen and paper,
Without you I'd be lost.
I'd do without a computer,
But not you, at all costs.
(Small point- how do the people in Big Brother do without pen, paper and books, I'd go mad!)