Plan B Plus

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS

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'Plan B'

PLAN B PLUS

When we are in our giddy teens

In shabby shirts and faded jeans,

Possibilities abound

Lots of Plan 'A's can be found.

'I'm going to marry lots of money',

'I'll be a comic.....very funny',

'I'm going to climb Mount Everest',

'I'll be more beautiful than the rest',

'I shall be a politician'

'I'll be a famous dietician.'

But most of us, it seems to me,

Have to fall-back on Plan 'B'.

You realise, at a certain age,

That you're not going to make it on the stage.

That great Australian novel, you found,

Never quite got off the ground.

You married Ned with the squeaky voice;

There wasn't a great deal of choice.

That virus that you, sadly, caught,

Meant you'd never be an astronaut.

There are those that live their dream,

They plot, they plan, they fiercely scheme,

But even those so-envied folk

Often find that life's no joke.

Broken marriages, and ill-health

Often dog those blessed with wealth.

What we have to do, it seems to me,

Is approach our second-best, Plan 'B',

As though it were an ideal life,

Not just a teacher, just a wife,

And then we may find out one day

That all along it was Plan 'A'.

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THE WHIMSICAL FLIB

A Flib cannot digest it's food

Unless it's cut in pieces,

And then it likes to share the lot

With its nephews and its nieces!

They sit around the snipty trough

All wary with their flerkins,

And tuck their snops beneath their chins

So as not to stain their jerkins.

The flib takes out a snarping tool

To cut the plog in sections,

The juice runs out all zumpling goo

And flows in all directions.

The rudest niece cries out 'Me first!'

And  the Flib gets quite irate.

'I'll podge your snup, you skiddy girl.

You've got to learn to wait!'

At last, all served, they grab their garks

And splug and squib and squeal!

Then, big and fat they all go 'Splat!'.

Oh what a lovely meal!

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