A rainstick
Takes its time
To shower seeds
Along its spine

I wish I’d given
Ample cause
To justify
Its warm applause

All I did:
Rotate its axis
Pity I can’t
Apply the practice

To all those people
Who don’t know
How cool I am
How great my show

How wise my words
How slick my moves
How bright my strings
How funk my grooves

So I play a song
And say a rhyme
And turn the rainstick
One more time.

(What’s a rainstick? A percussion instrument, a hollow tube containing hundreds of seeds which slowly shhhhhhh from one end to the other when turned over.)

Free mini-album!


Free to download - Stories My Killer Told Me: Five surreal story-songs from my Edinburgh Fringe show.

  • I Am Not The One For You
  • The Ever Open Door
  • New Eyes
  • A Forest Trail in Autumn
  • The Portobello Slam

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