Kimberley

My mum says he’s just in my mind,

My mum says he’s not real.

But when there’s something I can’t find

’s when he’s been on the steal.

 

Kimberley looks just like me;

That spikey mass of hair,

Those blue-green eyes - just like the sea,

He lives.... just over there.

 

It’s hard, I really can’t explain,

Sometimes I think he’s me.

He just lives on a different plain

That most people can’t see.

 

And usually, most all the time,

He does the things I do,

I swim, he swims, he climbs, I climb,

It feels like déjà vu.

 

But now and then, the mist comes down,

And Kimberley turns bad;

His smiling face adopts a frown,

And Mum and Dad go mad.

 

I’d never break my sister’s toys,

Or draw upon the wall,

But Kimberley knows what annoys

My parents most of all.

 

And sometimes, in mischievous vein,

He does something I couldn’t;

He slips from his, to my domain,

And then does stuff he shouldn’t.

 

And who d’you think gets all the blame

When Kimberley has gone?

They tell me that I have no shame

When I tell them what’s gone on.

 

You think that they believe me when

I tell them all about

A world right here, beyond our ken?

How Kimberley slips out?

 

They just go nuts – like really crazed,

And hand me down my sentence;

I’m grounded for a coupla days…

While Kim and I plan vengeance.