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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!
© Catherine Inglesby 1993
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