Doing His Rounds
I got into a mess at Etonmy house-master advised me to leavehe added I wasn't their sort of chapand that I was very hard tobelieve I got very bored at Oxfordand Cambridge let me downall that punting upon the river 'Cam'and those bicycles in the town So I went to work at NASAit seemed a fun place to beI thought I would be an astronaut but it just wasn't right for me So I fancied a dabble on the 'markets'some went up and some went downI made myself a small fortuneso bought a small 'condo' in town I had a good contact at 'Glasto'who asked could I dust off my 'spoons'he said he'd have room for some sets could I give them a few of my tunes? I fancied flying fighter jetsso I gave the 'RAF' a bellthey said they couldn't fit me inand my flying skills weren't up to scatch as well I hadn't tried being a spybut I thought it could be funI had a smattering of Russian andI was fairly good with a gun But no, it was then that Mummy calledand I quickly 'reassemble lifes threads'she asked if I was feeling alright and she reminded me to take all my 'meds'and to tidy things up and to give him no groundsfor the doctor would soonbe doing his rounds!