Dream poem

I have mentioned before that I sometimes dream verses and last night I dreamed another one. This one, whilst touching on my dislike of getting older, neatly brings me back to my childhood ambition, which I know came from watching Johnny Morris at Bristol Zoo in Animal Magic on television.

I'm growing up, not old, and when I do
I'm going to be a keeper in a zoo.

(and, if given a choice, I'm looking after the rhinos)