Written by Susan Lane

The Decorative Stones

All nice and pretty we were back in the day
We were beautiful and clean; we stood out too
Not like now when we’re covered in
Who knows what kind of doodoo
With the farm animals not far away
I can only guess what gets mixed with the straw
And the hay

I know it’s not pleasant you see
But that’s because of the awful smell on a Monday
That’s the day they clean out the stalls
And when the wind is coming towards us
We get covered in gross stuff that you can’t even see
That’s a big part of our problem for my mates and me
And makes it almost impossible to stay
So fabulous but we know there’s nothing we can do

It must be similar when you live close to a zoo
So, that explains a few things like
How we achieved being blended in
People look us up and down, then they frown
We are supposed to be beautiful stones
A brilliant glowing Cheshire pink that’s my friends and me
Although over time we have tended to be
A dirty disgusting mauve now that everyone sees

Stones Stare from the Recess

But the lady of the house is quite pleased
Because we are in a recess and in her eyes
We’re still very pretty
The recess though, whilst full of us stones
Has lots of squidgy moss you see
And on a long-term holiday there’s lots of grass
And a few other weeds

Since the day we were put here we have tended to be
Walked on, stomped on, played with incessantly
Those kids love coming to play with cars
And all of us, we’re so pleased,
Because we’re still quite useful hehe
Even though we’re in amongst those weeds
They don’t get to stay very long because
The lady of the house removes them you see
Then when she’s celebrated with too much Asti

She gives us a drink of water
We realised very early that there’s absolutely no way
That lady will share any of that Asti with me and my mates
Now we’ll wish you goodbye and enjoy our fate
We’re looking forward you see to having more stone
Moving in with us this coming week,
Which will be great because at long last
We will once again be level with “our street”
That’s the pink paved path to all of you, ahh sweet.

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