I’d love to have a back massage,
no not that kind you perv!
But massage places overcharge,
I think they’ve got a nerve.
I’d love to have a snowball fight,
and ride a sledge downhill,
but these days Winter’s never white,
the chance is next to nil.
I’d love to do a shopping spree,
and buy some brand new clothes.
I need to set my old clothes free,
before they decompose.
I’d love to take a trip abroad,
to get away and mend,
I’m broke though so I can’t afford,
a weekend in Southend.
Instead of stoking up the fire,
of dreams I can’t invoke,
I’ll stack them on a poem pyre,
and send them up in smoke.