hello there mojo
i went to work with my shirt
skew wiff inside out

customer service
as i bend over backward
picking up the treat

who would have thought it
the grumpy great patrick white
recording angel

spotting the wildlife
my nephews talent and gift
the cop car goes by

low fat high fibre
pondering the creation
of the toilet roll

mojo had a lisp
she stumbled along alone
tongue stuck to her lip

give her all my love
no something more tangible
give her a love bite

if i were a bird
id breakfast on cicadas
coz i like the buz

slippery stool I slid
sounding like a belly flop
smack down on my back

baby boomers laugh
all dancing in the one spot
new respect for knees

generation x
struggle to understand me
im talking too slow

breaking in last night
taking the fudge and the tray
that discerning thief

shopping day mystery
rides under the drivers seat
potatoe festers

after the exploding cord
even the electrician
is nervous