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No Moaning...Now I am not a moaner, And nothing upsets me at all, I'm totally happy with life, And I'm not bothered that I'm small. But I'm sick of me bloody health, And the kids are a pain in the bum, It's raining again, what a shame, Me pigeon was shot with a gun. I'm sick and tired of the weather, And the leccy bill's high again, Really, I'm not a moaner, But the fella next door is a pain. Now I am not a moaner, I'm quite happy with life, But the kids are a ruddy nuisance, They're giving me such strife. The plants are dead in the garden, There's dust all over the house, And honest, I didn't imagine it… I'm sure I just saw a mouse? I'm sick to death of me hubby, Cos his snoring' is driving me mad, But apart from that, I'm happy, Me life's really not too bad. Now, I am not a moaner, I'm not one to complain, But I've got no friends, I wonder why? And it's raining outside…again! © Catherine Inglesby 1978 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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