Just Suppose Poem by Frederick Nellist

My life is imagination and confusion
It's not real, mostly suppose
Dreaming of things I hope might be
I don't really know how to compose.

My daily supposing is in profusion
As I become older I'm more aware
I usually confuse fact with fiction
Though supposing is easier to bare.

I try to resist my supposing habits
Supposing never runs out of steam
My dreams are out of this world
Things are never what they may seem.

Supposing is fine kept under control
An amusing and most merry chase
I'll go easy on creating and inventing
At the moment I am flying through space.