It’s ‘not’ Rocket Science.
It’s quite simple
really,
and it’s ‘not’ rocket science;
‘Sprocket the Wet Toad’
springs to mind,
as it would,
because that is how my mind works.
It’s up to no good,
again;
it’s being quite a pain,
and who knows what the next thought will be.
Me? I haven’t a clue
as to what manner of rubbish
will be produced;
I should be used
to what comes out
of the creativity spout (not a euphemism)
but I still surprise myself sometimes
at the incoherence of idea
that arrives just
here.
Graeme Sandford 