Oh dear me, this tree
I sit here and wait.
The hairy arms swing
Like a broken gate.
Broken like me sitting,
Swinging, waiting.
What are we waiting for
The Baboon knows.
"I haven't a clue."
I will ask the tree
Why he's stiff
"Don't ask me."
I will ask the Baboon
Why he's swinging like me.
They haven't a clue.
Someone must know.
Perhaps Mr Parkinson
Could tell me then.
It is funny.
The Baboon smiles
The tree giggles
My body wriggles
with the laughter.
It hasn't a clue.
I wish Paddy could read
my poem in heaven.
Would he smile.
No he would cry.
I cry because he is there.
People stare at me
Just for a while
And I just sigh..
I will smile just for today.
Because I have to
There is no other way.
Please help me I say.
But I will smile just for today
Keep the smiles going Cheryl it will always make you feel better.