I'm off to see a stand up comedian
To get the cure
For my melancholia
I'm eating an apple a day
For my cholia
I'm sucking on licorice
For my teeth
I'm climbing up a hill
So steep
My prayers
have gone
A bit to deep
A little woman
Who used to weep
Who sits at home
All alone
Got to give
The dog a bone
Alone I broke
My wishing bone
About my heart and brain
Tied to the tracks of the trains
Oh I daresay
We snake around
In such a lowly way.
No comments:
Post a Comment