You are a sopping September day,
With your cold heart
And no light to warm it up.
You are a loving memory,
Of all the fun I had when I was young
With my best friends then there was only one
You are in marvelous Melbourne,
Waiting for it to become cold
Whilst we come to collect you.
You are the sun’s ray,
Beaming down on me
Making my life better again
You are a Persian cat,
Rubbing around my legs
Giving me lots of love.
You are the best-sounding singing
Surprising person I have ever met
Living like a cow grazing in a field.
You are a bubbling balloon,
Flying up and coming down
As quickly as a mouse being chased by a black cat.
You are a crashing car,
Speeding through traffic
As angry as a bull at the sight of a human.
You are the tender taste,
Of the whistling wind
Drying out my mouth.