My Unfinished Book 💕

Though there are many empty pages three quarters of the way through, with chapters yet to foresee

So sometimes when I sit myself, I open up my biography

Whenever I am wanting to reminisce, whilst I am sat solitary

There are tales of my childhood, with so many stories of the sea

Coz my Father was a Fisherman catching fishies for my tea

I can honestly say that living on the coast was such a lovely place to be

And just like those squawking Seagulls, I felt like I could fly feeling fantastically free

Now as I already said, my book is not yet complete

Wherein each and every chapter tells tall stories of my yesteryears timesheet

With millions and trillions of small snippets of information, all running on a regular repeat