Try
Being bizarre
Out the back on the rack
Or sailing through the air
Such a tease on the trapeze
Sitting sideways on my chair
Tell me how far I’ve got to go
Before I reach bizarre
Can I get there on my bike
Or do I need my car
Way out west dressed in my vest
Y fronts and false moustache
I ride my nag named Nachos
And sniff the loco hash
And then when I’ve seen double
I put on rose-coloured glasses
And try to avoid reality
As I climb the mast of farces
I hoist the flag of Hannibal
And treadmill on the spot
And do it very gingerly
Then drop when I get hot
I love life in the limelight
I know the Kublai Khan
I’m fierce about Felicity
And just love having fun
If you wonder where I went
Or if I went too far
Take a breath before your death
And try being bizarre
©
David Rudder
2023
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