Mr Parky ,

It's six months since I was told That Parkinson's was my ill It's taken over all I have It's made me very ill It's taking its time to get use to And sort out all the pills As they make me feel so sick I can't do nothing at all My body aches from top to toe And I feel stiff as a board I find it hard to stand and walk I wobble over the floor He plays away with my mined He moves my things all day He's so annoying to have around He confuses me all day I make a drink and sit and rest A nice coffee will do But by the time I get to sit A latte I do have I shake a bit and Tremble And do the Rock and roll I have no need to exercise He does it all The morning passes by Iv done nothing at all I sit here and think How much I have to do The morning has been wasted And lunch time. Has arrived My appetite has long gone I hardly eat a crumb But Mr Parky as I call him He can go to hell He isn't going to take my life And all the things I love He's a strange man he is He lets me have a while Of feeling good and healthy Just for a few hours I start to think What can I do , there's so much I have missed Il bake a cake and make some jam And enjoy the afternoon Then he's back he gets so bored He starts all over again He think its funny And that he will win He just won't leave me alone But he's got a big surprise I'm tougher than he thinks No way will he keep bullying me As I want to live So when he comes and he is bored I'm going to give him a surprise I'm going to kick him up his ass And give him a taste of my life, Sue gage ?? A Parkinson's suffer