This thing has started to occupy each waking minute
And I have even started to dream about it
It is constantly getting in the way
And creeping into each moment, of each day
It has become an obsession, a reason to be
It really has become all about me.
But wait, it might not be what you think
If I could, I would give you a cheeky wink
This is not another one of those sad odes
It doesn’t include an analogy about toads
I am sure this post won’t make your head tilt
I know I am waffling, but what do you think
Could have taken over my life as much as PD
It is this flipping blog which has engulfed me.
I’m in danger of getting ideas about my station
With suggestions of releasing my ramblings to the nation
And publishing a book and making some money
So I could retire, and move somewhere sunny
But the Neuroscientists would get most of the money
So I wouldn’t retire and move somewhere sunny
I have 20,000 words already written with ease
But who would really buy a book about a disease
Even though it is positive and funny as well
Would you spend money on a book about being unwell
So, I will write and eat chocolate which helps me feel fine
And maybe one day I will appear on Jeremy Vine
I would never have thought I’d be writing a blog
Next thing you know I will be getting a dog.*
*to be continued …
