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BANAUSIC
I could never be banausic, it is not a part of me,
I’m not dull or deary, hum-drum I could never be,
For my imagination keeps me from the mundane,
I think a little crazy would be closer to my name.

Some folks plod along and never imagine at all,
Can’t think what might be behind a brink wall,
Can’t see in a piece of music horses running free,
Or the wild waves crashing on some frantic sea.

Their home will be tidy nothing at all out of place,
They’ll have a routine otherwise they could not face
Each day, this is good for most folks but not I,
My mind is too active to change it I think I’d die.

A robot is banausic, mechanical and words well,
Give them orders and it will be done I can tell,
But as I do things round the home and inspiration hits,
I have to go and write, there and then or I’d have a fit.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 21, 2004