Derek drives dirigibles, each day at half past two,

Tries to eke a living out, but luxuries are few,

Every day with hopeful smile he soars into the blue,

and children scream.

Robert rides his racehorse, once a week he mounts again,

Same old hard luck story, photo finish, number ten,

Prancing in the mounting yard, he’ll catch the eyes of men,

as girlfriends dream.

Tanya tells her tales to all the regulars at Joe’s,

Barmen bark out questions, just to test her, I suppose,

Stories of the old days drowned in long and labored prose,

and lagers cream.

Pam has plans for paradise and buys her tickets - cash,

Plummets from the platform hoping hard to make a splash,

Burns up on descending, I help vacuum up the ash,

as priests blaspheme.

Jason jokes to Julie as she jiggles on his knee:

“What if all the world were simply there for you and me?”

“Oh!” she cries “I’d change my ways – but first I hafta pee!”

and rain clouds teem.

Gaelene gets her wish, is crowned “The Queen of Porcupines”

Miming words of disco dirges, dressed up to the nines,

Takes a dive in stardom as her agent cues her lines,

but drowns midstream.