Sometimes I dream that I’m quite wide awake
Yet when I wake up, I am asleep
When all's going well. I’ll make a mistake,
As they say, What you sow’s what you reap.
There’s things that I've done as I've moved through the years
Like riding a bike with no hands
I've developed a way of wiggling my ears
Using words no one else understands.
I can whistle in ways that only dogs hear
And balance for days on a prune
I can run far away and yet still be quite near
I sing songs and tell jokes to the moon
I have puddings for breakfast and porridge for tea
I climb trees and throw spoons at the sky
I keep wasps up my nostrils and perhaps the odd bee
I puzzle myself when I lie
But there’s reasons perhaps for the things that we do
And sometimes they go without question
So I sat myself down and thought some things through
And came up with one great suggestion
I've done some daft things and I don’t half talk crap
But what’s going on in my chest
I've been caught up for years in nicotines trap
I really must do what is best
So the greatest of all my achievements to date
Apart from my jibberish and joking
Is something I've done which makes me feel great
I've finally given up smoking.
Right, No more poems. Day 9 feeling fine. Wow