ODE TO THINKING...
I had a moment thinking today, naturally, not clearly,
I'd liked to have shared them, but there was nobody,
So, I chatted with my pets, Giraffe, and Teddy Teddy,
Koala Kate, Lovely Lamb, and Geoff the Goatee,
We chinwagged for ages, all seemed friendly.
Then again, they always are, each one a darling ♥
I bet you think I’m barking?
The daily grind then started...
Off to the Porcelain Throne, the moment I farted...
Funny how the Throne sessions, alternated,
It was visited six times, each much painfully evacuated!
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Took a tumble in the shower, the nose exsanguinated...
Getting back up, I was annoyed, the toe was stubbed...
And back to the floor I slowly graduated...
By the time I got back up again, I'd sworn and blubbed!
I was fed-up with myself showing an inner aggression,
This only made worse my memory and procrastination,
So I sat down with a mug of tea, on a massive cushion,
Cause hitting the nose so hard, may give me concussion,
Harold's Haemorrhoids, gave off a warm wet sensation,
Then Little Inchies fungal lesion, I got hypertension!
Why do these things happen? It's not very complicated...
Doreen Dementia & Neuropathy Pete are so hard hearted!
They are to blame; I dream of them being anniliated...
Sorry, if my words seem a little unsophisticated...
But I think my right ankle may've been abarticulated!
When Mother said, I don't want it, throw it away...
She was gambling mad, got arrested again and again,
But I bear no malice, never did, and don't today,
But, without a doubt, though this can't be proven...
This why I had the education on par with a caveman,
Although I have remained clean shaven...
I've never found a peaceful, loving or safe haven...
Fight ailments, bad luck & depressions I've striven...
But it's not very often good luck is granted or given...
Overall, my contentment level has always been uneven...
I wanted to be a hero, brave & strong; Became a craven!
Financially I struggle, but just about breakeven...
Deaf, cataracts, neuropathy, diabetes, metal-ticker, stroke?
My extremities issued at birth were shriven...
Now they are even more withered...
Despite being morose, they're things I still yearn...
I missed out on social eticate, I never did learn...
But failure, I found came easily, logic hard to decern...
No idea what'll happen after I go in the urn?
But please for sanity, tell them I don't want to return!
Reincarnation? No! Again I'd just be a kern!
