Wanted to be a star and to be able to drive
an expensive car. Didn’t look like it was
meant to be – Hollywood and me. I ended up
with a forklift truck. I even gave it a name –
Elvis, the king of rock and roll. But it did me
little good – I ended up on the dole – then
I got a job digging peat and started to sing
songs that sounded neat until I fell down a hole –
did that put me off? Course it didn’t. I went out
and bought a guitar – so did I become a star?
No, not even from afar!
Poems By ken makepeace 