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Oh Vessle Of Mine!If our body is a temple, Then why is mine a pain? Cos here we go once more, Another problem once again! I thought I'd had my quota, And no more would I ail, But I guess that I was wrong, No wonder I look pale! Everything is up the wall, And if I should get upset, Forgive me while I throw a fit, Literally, I'll bet! I think I'm getting weary? This vessel of mine's no good, I keep asking 'Him' upstairs, Though I wonder if I should? I know he is a busy bod, And the reason for my strife… Is it's easier to give it all to me, And give 'Him' an easier life! I can't say I understand, And if he's trying to catch me out, Then 'He' can think again - 'He' wont! Of that there is no doubt! So, another mile to climb, Another blow to my brain, All's I ask for now is… Can 'You' please…refrain! My vessel's getting weary, I'm completely worn out, Next time you've got an ailment for me… Give someone else a shout! copyright 1999 Catherine Inglesby Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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