Hope Has Flown Into My Closet

Hope has flown into my closet He won’t come out No matter how much I beg “I need reassurance That my work will be done on time And that I’ll have hours spare to tidy my bed The thermostat is jammed, The bathroom has flooded The cooker is all out of gas Ants have invaded my bedroom My siblings are fighting on the lawn The market has stopped stocking coffee And I just cannot take anymore!” And Hope replied With a flutter of his wings And a sparkling glint in his eye “Stop bothering me And bloody sort it out yourself!”