Thumb Twiddler

Written by: Jack Ellison

I've become a ruddy thumb twiddler Checking out the box called “in” Haven't eaten properly for days and days Starting to look a little bit thin Not obsessed with accolades though The small talk is what I'm missing Okay I fudged that just a tad wee bit I do crave the hugging and kissing But when you really get down to it We pay for all this smooching To receive a pant load of happiness Gotta do a little hoochy cooing So I'm no longer gonna jazz you You guy's have nailed me cold Poetry is second to friendships Worth more than its weight in gold © Jack Ellison 2012