Impulse, And Intuition Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Let me free my mind of worries.
And be impulsive; let me fly
On a whim to the Canaries
Buy a new bikini from Sainsbury's.
Drink some vodka, and show my thighs.

Follow my heart, my intuition.
My gut - who needs to be lucid? 24/7
Let me sacrifice some inhibitions.
Fantasise about a masseur giving me free tuition.
Like Shirley Valentine's dream, I'm in heaven.

I'll pack my suitcase and disappear.
Put on that nasty factor.50 sun cream
Dance beneath palm trees, showing my rear
Eat a spicy barbecued sea bream.
And fall in love with every new experience, my dear.

I'll soak in a pool like a mermaid.
Pretending I have some need to be saved.
And pretend it's me that's being played.
While all along it's you who'll need a band-aid.
A moment of my time, so you're not mislaid.