sometimes i'm silly

and i sit on my backside

sometimes i'm possessed

and take life in my stride

which is not inconsiderable -

i'm over a hundred miles high,

it takes two hours by train

from my calf up to my thigh!

but simply being a giant

does not get one a job

and being made of good intent,

just separates me from yobs

who at least inhabit a sort of place

that they proudly call their own -

its the bottom of the barrel

their brow and sweating throne,

but coming back up to the point

which is all about being a bit silly

which probably involves sleeping too much

and annoying my landlord Willie,

(i know that he loves it really

as he is himself a clown

although he's worth more than his weight in gold

measured pound by pound)

and getting on in this tricky world

in a fight with a lack of focus

is just a struggle for seasonal bloom

like a cellophane-wrapped crocus

and although winter is coming fast

and doesn't look like stopping

i know i can force myself outside

and end my window shopping

with a purchase real, that means a lot

no impulse buying madness

and drive a wedge between the lines