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'' You'll Have Eliminated The Reason To Moan ''
Moaning about nothing is a human trait,
To complain about what, we just can't wait,
Eternal strife seems to be our fate,
Maybe we should try to atone.
The weathers too hot or the snow's too cold,
You're way too shy or overly bold,
We do it from young until we are old,
It would give you a heart of stone.
From the moment some awake till they go to bed,
Complaints about anything have to be said,
By constant moaning we are easily led,
Even if the reason isn't known.
You start the day happy till you get on the bus,
Then someone's neighbour they want to discuss,
You wonder why they are causing this fuss,
Before you know it your interest has grown.
The bus is in uproar before very long,
There's some choice language, which is very strong,
You don't even care who is right or wrong,
To mass hysteria we are prone.
The tea's too hot or your coffee is cold,
That cake you ate should never have been sold,
You know you are wrong but refuse to be told,
That's when you let out a groan.
You moan at your wife she is causing ado,
She then blames all of the problems on you,
Stress and heartache are what both accrue,
Suddenly you're both on your own.
When you're asked to do something you don't like,
Don't under your breath say, go take a hike
Do it with a smile don't go on strike,
Then the feel good seeds you'll have sown.
To cure this problem of the human lament,
Is easy to achieve but you cannot relent,
Don't start moaning till after the event,
Complaining first you have to postpone.
Before you start whinging, first complete the task,
Then in self-satisfaction you can bask,
How can this work I hear you ask,
‘' You'll Have Eliminated The Reason To Moan ‘'
To complain about what, we just can't wait,
Eternal strife seems to be our fate,
Maybe we should try to atone.
The weathers too hot or the snow's too cold,
You're way too shy or overly bold,
We do it from young until we are old,
It would give you a heart of stone.
From the moment some awake till they go to bed,
Complaints about anything have to be said,
By constant moaning we are easily led,
Even if the reason isn't known.
You start the day happy till you get on the bus,
Then someone's neighbour they want to discuss,
You wonder why they are causing this fuss,
Before you know it your interest has grown.
The bus is in uproar before very long,
There's some choice language, which is very strong,
You don't even care who is right or wrong,
To mass hysteria we are prone.
The tea's too hot or your coffee is cold,
That cake you ate should never have been sold,
You know you are wrong but refuse to be told,
That's when you let out a groan.
You moan at your wife she is causing ado,
She then blames all of the problems on you,
Stress and heartache are what both accrue,
Suddenly you're both on your own.
When you're asked to do something you don't like,
Don't under your breath say, go take a hike
Do it with a smile don't go on strike,
Then the feel good seeds you'll have sown.
To cure this problem of the human lament,
Is easy to achieve but you cannot relent,
Don't start moaning till after the event,
Complaining first you have to postpone.
Before you start whinging, first complete the task,
Then in self-satisfaction you can bask,
How can this work I hear you ask,
‘' You'll Have Eliminated The Reason To Moan ‘'
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`` You`ll Have Eliminated The Reason To Moan ``
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