Star

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!