Anyone Game
I was getting really restless,
The proverbial ANTS IN THE PANTS.
Feeling SORRY for myself;
My LIFE had no romance.
I went to see my doctor,
But he didn’t have a CLUE.
If there’s no OPERATION for it,
He doesn’t know what to do.
My days were a SEQUENCE of TRIVIAL PURSUITS;
Likewise my evenings and nights.
Always too timid to take a RISK,
How could I put things to rights?
And so I took a TICKET TO RIDE,
To visit a therapist.
And he was very quick to SPOT IT,
The condition my doctor had missed.
He judged my case to PERFECTION.
He hit the nail right on the head.
It seems I’m addicted to board games,
An illness quite common he said.
It seems I don’t have a MONOPOLY,
And he told me just what I should do.
I have to get out more, with lots of fresh air.
From now on board games are TABOO.
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2019
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