Well, Thems the Breaks.

Who would have thought
that this scurrilous sort
would come good
and write poems for kids?
It’s just part of the book
that has spawned my new look
and has halted me hitting the skids.

I looked at my peers
who I’ve known a few years
and have realised 
I can’t live that life.
So, again I’ll branch out
as I know there’s no doubt
that I’ll do my best work;
Sans the strife. 

Now as city breaks go
I can say that I know
that I’ll turn to the Jack
when I’m done.
There’s just one caveat
(Not as much as my flat)
I’ll drink two
then I’ll just have my fun.