You Never Saw This Post Coming

When it's 1am and I can't get to sleep, this is what I'm thinking about...


Ruby red platforms
And bright silver Docs,
Soft ballet slippers
And hard wooden clogs,
Beanies on kittens
And mittens on dogs.
Just some of the things that I like.

Forests of pine
With trees all aligned,
One long and tenuous
Orange peel rind,
Smarties and parties
Of every kind.
A few more of the things that I like.

A bold wish, some goldfish,
Cheap fuel discount dockets,
Strange foreign currency
Lining my pockets,
Fairy lights sprouting from
Twelve power sockets.
Now THOSE are the things that I like.

Then there's big furry Ragdolls
And harsh ginger moggies.
Baking and swimming in
Nice new blue toggies.
Lovers and dreamers
And tiny green froggies.
These things I could not do without.

But sunshowers, blue flowers,
Tempests and tests,
Red Autumn maples
With old cuckoos' nests.
Pieces of eight bound in
Drowned treasure chests.
Their importance cannot be in doubt.

Tridents and wands and
Meandering chats.
Rabbits extracted from
Black magic hats.
Garden gnomes, secret tomes
Celtic knot tatts.
This is what life is about.

The classics, the hacks,
And ol' Jabberwocky.
Hot Subway melts and
The best home-made gnocchi.
Training a lovebird to say
"Hello Cocky!"
Essentials in every day.

Can only be followed
With CDs I've borrowed
But never had time to play.


Aaaalso... (and these are in no particular order...)


There are living mazes and purple hazes,
Thimbles and dimples and chooks.
Words en Francais, dusty cabriolets
And pucka celebrity cooks.

Puddles 'n cuddles 'n
Chilled apple ciders,
Hopscotch 'n dewdrops 'n
Wee jumping spiders,
Glossy black stallions
With brave swarthy riders.
Without them no life is complete.

Whilst hairspray I daresay
Can never be chicer
Than when its imbued
With shiny gold glitter.
Cold footy pies washed
Down with Vic Bitter.
These things simply cannot be beat.

Hi-fis and fireflies and
Spielberg's old sci-fis.
Reindeer on tin rooves
And twinkles in tikes' eyes.
Sweet loot and stone fruit
And dressing in disguise.
Oh! They are all such a treat!


And just a little change in tempo here...


Slushies concocted with strong grapey syrup
Sugar-free green apple gum,
Buttermilk pancakes draped with whipped cream
And jam a la Bonne Maman.

Carp and cows and bunnies so cute,
Oboe and harp and piccolo flute.
Goosebumps and hiccups and shivers with wine.
The strange little phrases that are only mine.

Wii time and me time, an MMORPG or two,
Ribbons and gibbons and jazz at the zoo.
I'd never survive with only a few.
You know what I'm saying is true.

So when it is late
And I'm still wide awake,
I always know just what to do.
Forget counting sheep.
For sure-fire sleep,
I just conjure a riddle or two.