Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Tuesday Poem: "Born To Be Mild" (A Parody with apologies to the band, Steppenwolf) by Andrew M. Bell


Photograph Copyright 2018 Andrew M. Bell

Get your mobility scooter runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for a toilet
Or whatever comes I’ll take

Yeah, Senior, go make it happen
Take the footpath in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
Then go have a little lie down

I used to smoke like lightning
And now I snore like thunder
Racin' with incontinence
And the feelin' that I'm under…the weather

Yeah, Senior, go make it happen
Take the hospital in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
Then have a nice cup of tea

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be mild
We can climb so high
I think I’m gonna die
Born to be mild
Born to be mild

Get your scooter runnin'
Head out to the Bingo
Lookin' for adventure
And a big win on the Lotto

Yeah, Senior, go make it happen
Take arthritis in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
Then fall asleep in front of Coro Street

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be mild
We can climb so high
Sometimes I nearly die
Born to be mild
Born to be mild

Born to be Wild (recorded by Steppenwolf)
Song Writer: Mars Bonfire aka Dennis Edmonton 

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