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I am in a quandary
I am in a fix
My life in a predicament
I wonder what will happen next
Nothing doth run smoothly
So often things go wrong
It would be so refreshing 
For a new day to begin 
with laughter and with joy 
and a large double gin
And as the sun begins to rise
And blackbirds start to sing
I’m looking all around 
for a dilemma to begin
Breakfast comes and goes
Not a burn upon the toast 
For today this day be Sunday 
I look forward to my Sunday roast
A gentle stroll along the prom
Before it starts to go all wrong
But people smile and for a while
I even burst into a song
Back at home the leg of lamb
Permeates my nostrils
Pink and succulent with roasties 
tender carrots and parsnips 
lots of lovely fresh mint sauce 
complements the lamb of course
I sit and tuck into my meal
lamb melting in my mouth
This is my favourite Sunday roast
But then disaster doth approach
My left front crown I'd swallowed down
My day had begun 
far too good to be true
I am starting to choke
I am turning bright blue
Alone am I ~ am I going to die
No one here to pat my back
I am in a pickle
I am in a jam
In such a tight corner
In a quandary is where I am…

Written 2nd October 2021

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