Haul Me Up Peter
sitting here like a moron in an old people's home,
they think i dont know where they've put me and my phone.
silly arses are searching my home for any hidden money .....you see
they won't find a blessed thing...they think I am off my trolley
have arranged a super funeral black horses the lot
paid for a large headstone on a large plot
have ordered a banquet for the elderly of the town
they're not invited they can stay home
money grabbing family you've had your last penny
given to the dogs home and the donkey appeal "Jenny"
picked up my ringing phone ....irate voices I hear
where is it hidden? is it hidden here?
I smile to myself ...today is my last
am ready now ... please Peter..haul me up fast
Penned 27 August 2016
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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