Fat Boy (lockdown video)
I walk in circles much of the day I take my time and watch the gulls play but nobody plays with me no-one takes the time to see what I see
I wander aimless, stranded in thought Ideas are lost, and ideas wrought, but these subtle schemes all come to nought in the mind of a child like me
Fat boy running in the canteen slips on mushy peas and up goes his tray and all he can do is pray as spaghetti and beans rain down
a sausage lands in Miss Griffiths soup and the mash on the headmaster's head and old Mr Jones, he still goes rather red at the thought
The small boy he cries, but everyone cheers mad thoughts pass him by and stain with the tears, and those thoughts stay with him for all of the years, yes those thoughts stay with him for the rest of his years