I've been on a little excursion
to get me ticker stamped (MOT'd)
and me lungs are well creamed crackered
i need to be re-vamped
they stuck me on a treadmill
"don't worry you you won't fall off"
" just stick your hand up in the air "
" and we will turn the walker off"
so i set off at a leisurely pace
with a plastic thing in my mouth ( respiration monitor) ???
it wasn't long before my wheezers said
sod this we're going south
nobdy said owt about running up hill
at sixty miles an hour ( well it felt like that)
my little legs don't go that fast
let alone me lungs and ticker
so here is me still full off cheer
sst at home with a man in a boat