Anybody who is or was anybody,
Has had them,
I don't know anyone who has avoided them yet
If you have not experienced them yet
They are not a dream,
Just ask Mr Peabody.
Churchill was sick of the sight of them,
They are a delight to nobody,
Not even a vet.
The good news is most of us come out of them,
If our number we don't forget,
That is the opinion of this body.
Marbles...I think that I've lost them,
Please help me search on the floor.
The last clue I had has disappeared,
And bolted it out of the door.
I once had a plot, now I've lost it,
God Darn!! The stress is too much.
When I try to explain, my words mess up,
And I frequently talk double Dutch.
I'm sick of the sight of my cock ups!
An insaneness that’s totally unique.
I just need a clue, no idea what to do,
I'm beginning to think I'm a freak.
I question my own sensibility,
My rare and treasure trait?
What’s going on, my heads in a mess,
How much more can I possibly take!
In hindsight I spose it's expected,
As I’m fast approaching my prime.
Tropical moments and mood swings,
I’m coming back as a man next time!!
©.L.Kelly
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