Down
In my garden; warm and sunny
In my paddock; fluffy bunny
In my pocket; ample money
Why, my friend, is nothing funny
In my fridge; a nice cool beer
In my life, I’ve nought to fear
Another Christmas, drawing near
Why, my friend, have I no cheer
No remorse for any sin
No big chore I must begin
Ice and lemon in my gin
Why, my friend, have I no grin
For no reason, wear a frown
All day in my dressing gown
Got no need to visit town
Only one direction; down
Nothing makes my spirits rowdy
Cocktail cabinet looks like Saudi
Reaper in my dream said, “Howdy.”
Then I woke… today is cloudy.
9 May 2023
Contest: Anatomy of Melancholy
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2023
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