Colin F. Jones

WHAT AN INSPIRATION YOU ARE…

Lob your rocks all you like,
I’ll just lob ‘em back,
If you can’t help yourself Dear Mike,
Then burn the bloody sack.

Without something to put ‘em in,
You’ll soon run out of rocks,
Though you could use your garbage bin,
Or carry them in your socks,

But be assured all you throw,
You’ll be able to throw again,
‘Cause they’ll be there all in a row,
Where they should have all remained.