I'm Pitifully Happy Wherever There Are Spoonbills
My life is like an open road (yes, people walk on me)
From here to Market Harborough, from Hastings to the sea
I don't think that there's anyone as miserable as me
I wish I'd shut my rancid mouth and telephone a flea
My central reservation's the divide twixt me and thee
My elbow is the pit of woe where seamen drink their tea
You know the news: I've got the blues - my dog is dead, you see
So - Sirius, the fallen star, has reached his apogee
My dog is dead, my house burnt down, I've nothing for my tea
But worse than that - much worse than that - my baby has left me
With seven piles of nappies and a teething-ring all chewed
And just because I said I didn't like her attitude!
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Apsley, Yoxi, Madge, Loaf. |
Poem finished: | 9th May 2000. |