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…Me Again…I thought I was doing well, Cos I thought I did ok? But all I seemed to do all day, Every flippin' day! Now I was swimming in the baths, But I panic when I swim! Oh glory be, oh woe is me, I'm never gona be slim!!! I think I have paranoia, Cos this weight of mine gets me down! And I wana run a marathon! But I can't, and it makes me frown! I used to be so fit you know! When I was a little lass of ten! Cos I played footie all the time! And scored goals over and over again! I think the lads were scared me of me! Though I really don't know why! I mean to say, it aint my fault; If they tackled me and started to cry! And then when I was sweet sixteen! I was always climbing trees! And yep, I have to say it, I always had dirty bloody knees! Then when I grew up and was twenty five… I would work my butt all day! Fixing up this and that in the home! And making everything ok! I would be on the roof, oh yes! Putting the gutters to rights! Cos they would always drip, And keep me awake at nights! And I even built a fence you know! Yep, for the little old lady next door! Cos hers was all smashed up! And there was mess all over the floor! And I laid a drive one day! Oh and what a shock I got! Cos my priest walked up the drive I was doing! And I went red in the face, a lot! But when I was a young lass; I was very good in school! And always did as my teachers told me, I never broke the rule! Well, except when I had to defend the young lads, Cos they were bullied and they didn't know what to do! And the lads always came to me crying, So I had to defend them true! But the ones I always had to sort, Were, of course, other boys! So there I'd be in the play ground, Creating a lot of noise! And really, it wasn't my fault you know! Cos I have always been a quiet and shy! But when they gave me the cane for fighting, I always used to cry… As only a kid can do! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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