THE BUCKET LIST

Oh dear Lord I’ll write a list
Of the things I ought to do 
They call it a bucket list
 Before one reaches you 

Some go sky diving Lord
But I’m afraid of heights
Perhaps I’m more suited Lord
To more terra firma delights

Skiing might be fun Lord 
Though I’m not fond of the cold
Its my bones you see Lord
They are getting rather old

Perhaps I’ve got the ticket Lord
Race car driving might be good
Though speeding gets you fined Lord 
Now that’s not what one should

Dare devils swim with sharks Lord 
Though I really don’t like fish
Afrer all they are your creatures lord
Being eaten ain’t my wish 

Seems quite problematic Lord
To write a bucket list
Perhaps it’s in your hands Lord
Now you e got the gist