All day your kaleidoscope mind
Collected, collected,
Holding out the charity box
For ten pence worth of new ideas,
But there were none.
So you contented yourself
As you always do,
With a
pennywhistle tune
That anyone could play:
But it was at least sprightly.
On the way home
The bus conductor smiled,
His milk-white teeth
Were the best thing that happened,
On a funny day.