Graeme Sandford

Chords: Dm / F / C / Em

(and random others)

I’m a duck-billed platypus

Finding my way home on a bus

The people make such a fuss…

About me.

They say ‘What kind of thing are you?’

’Are you partially kangaroo?’

’You’re a strange beastly mammal!’

’Are you related to a camel?’

And I say:

I’m just a duck-billed platypus,

trying to get myself home on a bus

I didn’t mean to cause any fuss

But, I do.

I’m just a duck-billed platypus,

What kind of thing are you?

Don’t give me your attitudes

And your fancy kind of platitudes

I’m a duck-billed platypus;

On a bus,

Just trying to find a way home.

Have you never seen a knee before?

There’s no need to make a scene, I’m sure.

My jeans just wore right through

at the mid-leg point, it’s true;

but, honestly, have you never seen a knee before?

Poetry

Six little letters

one short word

and what can possibly go wrong

if you choose to write poetry?

What, indeed?

Is this a poem?

Is it prose?

Nobody really knows.

It’s just gone seven

in four hours it will be

just gone eleven

and another hour after that

it will be…

just gone twelve.

This is not much of a poem

it doesn’t really rhyme

it merely comments

upon the present

and future time.

I was entranced by the entrance to Trenance.

In fact, I was stunned;

my mind reeling

from the whole experience.

I had certainly been here before;

but, had never seen it like this.

And each day brought something new;

we were making it ours

in every thing that we did.