I sit here looking at the world, feeling
in a twirl. I feel like going for a whirl
Or on a Magical Mystery Tour, but I’m
not too sure how it will all work out.
Maybe I just want to Twist and Shout
Or go to Penny Lane and tell them I
saw Eleanor Rigby, or was it Strawberry
Fields Forever.
Well I never. So I went on a Yellow
Submarine. Now we are all in a dream.
Poems By ken makepeace 