Introverted Extrovert

Another nonsense poem from my mind. I don't know why seagulls keep coming up in things - I must secretly think they're OK.

Oopsie daisy, I am rebuilding my eyes,

I had a bad day.

So I wanna be a rock cake??? Oh Sweeeeet GENIUS

I knew I was!

Hero. No.

I will tell my secrets later.

So...the new day,

the drawing of hilarious pictures.

This will surely be a comeback later,

This will be the work.

OK, the machiatto please - bit peaky today

Thanks a lot, ladies…

You woulda loved it

The New Fact: Seagulls can think all of the time,

Bloody hell, the BBC2 do as well.

I had five Pepsis and drunkeness

I had to learn about how mental illness

And how to make smelly friends.

I had to let me in.

Congrats!

When, how, what, where am I on a daily basis?

And that doesn’t count for the toilet.

Beth: stranded in London in a white-striped baby grow,

So I wrote 2500 words,

I’m not showing off.

If you think I am gutted,

I am now.

I just feel old,

And I was.

I had an attitude, boy.

A free eye test and I’m going to be a very amazing dancer.

Guess I’ll never forget.

I still think I’m a stage play in Nottingham

Thank you, St Moritz, £3, available all this weekend

...Yeah, they chose the Greatest Day

Author's Note

St Moritz is a rip-off version of the St Tropez fake tan brand.