dArtagnan7

When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano, Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea. Writing your name in the sea, Banging my favourite head. Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring, Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe. Phoning your home from a tree, Drinking my favourite loch. When I was old they gave me a model factory, I met three salads out on the motorway. Leaving your name at the door, Breaking my favourite egg. Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana, Balancing Zeppelins on the end of my nose. Calling your name in the zoo, Blowing my favourite mind.