My Female Stalker

She's the albatross around my neck The stone in my shoe The barnacle on my bum She younger than my mum. She follows me around the town And I'm not sure what to do She even got jealous when a talked to a lady of 92 I didn't want to hurt her feelings But I told her she was mad in the head And why shouldn't she follow Someone else instead. With mournful watery eyes Then to comfort her I held her in my arms It's then she handcuffed me And I heard a police car alarm. I'd been mistaken for a convict who'd Escaped from jail Now I've been here 15 years As all my appeals have failed. Just my luck who in their right mind would follow me I get out of jail next week I wonder if they will be A hundred poetry women Not policewomen following me Well I can dream can't I.