I think I'm going to learn to type
And not just use one finger
It will make a change
To use them all
And not let the others linger

I've been thinking of it for a while
But never seem to make the time
It always seems faster
To use one digit,
When I try to make things rhyme

So here I am typing away
With all my digits on the go
If my typing gets any slower
I'm going to have to use my toe

So it's back to my old finger
My other hand can stay on my lap
My other four digits
Can hang around
And when he's finished
They can all get together and clap.

I fished the canal

with a stick some cotton

and a worm

I’d sit on the canal bank

In the warmth of the sun

And I’d watch

 has that worm did squirm

Back then the canal

Was filled with life

So full of wild creatures

It could be cut with a knife

Frogs, toads, sticklebacks

To name just a few

While over head

May fly’s and dragon fly’s flew

The water was clear

You could see to the mud

That bubbled with life

Like a giant soapsud

But now that I’m grown

The canal’s just a pit

Filled with old shopping trolleys

And all kinds of s**t.

The life is all gone

You can’t even find a snail

If you do find a frog

It is very sick and pale

Now when I walk the canal

I get a tear in my eye.

And the little boy inside me

he starts to cry