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