I’d kill to be as cool as Brad Pitt.
To emulate Eddie Izard and his wit.
But to be suave like Charles Dance.
Let’s be honest, I haven’t a chance.

I’d pay a fortune to be as skilled as Messi.
To be able to hide as well as Nessie.
But if I wanted energy like Richard Branson,
I’d need to be as young as my grandson.

I’d love the acclaim of Neil Armstrong.
Like Chris Packham, to know all birdsong.
If I was as decisive as Winston Churchill,
I’d never, ever tremble like a daffodil.

To be as chilled as Mahatma Ghandi,
Would certainly come in handy.
But if I want to be more like me,
I’m going to have to let things be.